It's Not The Size Of The Person's Head, It's The Size of The Person's Heart
I woke up at 9:00am. Today's plan was to visit Hurricane Ridge and check in a motel in Port Angeles for Tuesday's trip to Victoria, British Columbia, Canada. We tried to visit Hurricane Ridge for the second time. The first time we visited in '05 the weather was foggy.
Steve checked his emails and prepared packages and mail while I ate my leftover dinner for breakfast. I was channel surfing and I watched The Price Is Right. After Steve was done checking email and I finished breakfast, I checked my email. Then both of us packed for the one night stay at Port Angeles. I kept my laptop at Steve's house.
We departed to the post office at 11:30am. Steve mailed the packages and dropped off the mail. We briefly talked to the post office worker about the other post offices on the western side of Washington. The next stop was Walgreens. I asked Steve last night if he had any hydrocortisone 1%. He didn't have any, and I requested we stop by Walgreens today. The Jergins lotion and the cold weather caused my dermatitis to act up.
We arrived at Walgreens at 11:42am. I purchased Aveeno lotion. The Aveeno helped throughout the vacation. Aveeno FTW!!! I also purchased Nilla cakesters and Oreo cakesters. The Nilla was too sweet for me. The Oreo was just right. Yummy snack =)
After Walgreens, we headed to Port Angeles. We saw $1.99 gas at an Arco gas station. We listened to Bob Dylan and Louis Armstrong. I mentioned to Steve I liked a few Bob Dylan songs and we talked about jazz—not today's jazz, but rather classic jazz. And we passed by Toys Topless as usual =__= Must cater to the sailors at the nearby Puget Sound Naval Shipyard.
We started to drive on Highway 3 at 12:34pm. There were no potholes and the signal lights were simple. Three lights: two for going straight and one for the left turn. We drove on the Hood Canal bridge at 12:39pm. Then we were on Highway 101, a straight shot to Port Angeles, at 12:57pm.
I needed to use the restroom and we were near a Costco. I asked Steve to drive to Costco. He said OK. Going to the Costco was an opportunity to check out the stainless steel fashion watches I wanted to purchase. We arrived at the Costco building. Costco was gone. Costco moved to another location. No worries. I could still hold it ^__^ We headed back on Highway 101.
Welcome to Port Angeles, Not Los Angeles
The time was 1:40pm. Hella foggy big time!!! Not good. We remembered the fog at the '05 Washington Canada trip. We choose to eat at Jack In The Box, the same place we ate lunch in '05. We entered Jack In The Box at 1:45pm. The interiors were renovated and there was a TV. There were white people working behind the counter >.< I ordered the Western Bacon Cheeseburger combo without the cheese. I forgot what Steve ordered. I got my order and went to fill my cup with Coke. I couldn't believe what I saw. The condiments were out there. All the condiments including ketchup, mustard, and ranch dressing. The Jack In The Box in the Bay Area the customers must ask for the condiments. Steve and I talked about whether we should go to Hurricane Ridge.
The fog remained at 2:15pm when we checked in at Quality Inn, the same motel we checked in at '05. After check-in, Steve got gas. Then we headed to Hurricane Ridge. We choose whether we go to Hurricane Ridge or not as we drove closer to the ridge. If the fog remained, we turn back to the motel.
Another Wild Goose Chase
Steve added new CDs to the CD changer. He added The Who, Pink Flloyd, and Yo Yo Ma. We listened to Yo Yo Ma first. I realized I lost my sunglasses. I dropped them outside the motel because I remembered putting my sunglasses in my jacket pocket. Oh, well. The sunglasses was Costco Ray-Bans and the glasses never fitted my face 8-[ Another blessing in disguise like Las Vegas 2004 where I lost my old pair and I got a much better pair at Cesar's Palace mall?
I took a pic of a sign stating Highway 101 and Highway 112 at 2:53pm. Steve, was this the correct way? I trusted you since I remembered nothing about the roads. Were we supposed to pass by a city to Hurricane Ridge? I thought Hurricane Ridge is in the Port Angeles area? Steve continued our present highway.
Steve had a second thought and choose to pull over and check his iPhone GPS and a map. The map was a State Farm Insurance Washington state map. Huh? Another wild goose chase. No worries. I'm used to it. Better not do this to a girl. Here's a hint: plan ahead. If the plan's not working, dump it and go with the flow. And get the latest and greatest updated maps XD
Steve successfully located the correct roads at 3:30pm. We experienced rain. No fog. Good news so far. Steve chose to continue. I agreed. We arrived at the Park Ranger checkpoint and pay the fee to enter at 3:50pm. There were lots of falling rocks on the road. And no potholes.
Hurricane Ridge And No Fog
We arrived at Hurricane Ridge at 4:10pm. The park rangers were preparing for the snow and the winter skiers. Steve, myself, and one other group were the people at the ridge. The cold temperature was nothing. It was the wind that made the cold worst. The temps were in the low 40s according to Steve's car thermometer. The visitor's center was open except the gift shop. I took lots of pictures and shot a video.
We drove off at 4:30pm. The park closed at sunset. The next activity was Port Townsend. We were listening to Pink Floyd. We saw a deer.
Dude, The Town Was Closed
We arrived at the Port Townsend city limits at 5:48pm and arrived in downtown at 6:00pm. The road condition on the highway was foggy. We listened to The Who. We drove through downtown and everything was closed. There was almost nobody walking around the town. In '05, there were lots of people. Of course '05 was daytime and towards the end of summer. Steve and I did a quick walk. Only a few restaurants were open. We saw residential real estate postings for lease and for sale. Good prices. I didn't want to live here, even if I telecommute.
Before we entered the car, we discussed where to eat dinner. I suggested we eat at Seven Cedar Casino. Steve agreed. Steve and I ate dinner and gambled at Seven Cedar Casino in '05. We drove off Port Townsend and headed to the casino for dinner. The road conditions remained foggy. We arrived at the casino at 7:00pm. In '05, the weather was raining. We entered the casino and sat at a sit-down restaurant. Steve ordered the pot roast and I ordered the Thai peanut chicken. I faced the TV and I watched Monday Night Football. Steve finished his dinner early and went to play the $2 craps. I took my time and watched football. I choose to keep my winnings from Day 1.
Steve and I walked out of the casino at 8:15pm. Steve broke even at craps. The weather was cold and still foggy. We arrived at the motel at 9:00pm. Steve went to the room and I went to the front desk to check if anyone returned my lost sunglasses. Front desk said nobody returned my sunglasses. Oh, well. It was a pair of crappy glasses 8-\
The rest of the night we watched TV. Steve controlled the remote most of the time. We watched parts of Rambo and most of Ever After movies. Steve also watched other shows that I forgot the names while I ironed a shirt I wear tomorrow. I took a shower and brushed my teeth. Steve went to bed early and I stayed awake reading The Choice and Forever. I went to bed around 1:30am.
I'm growing up Finding Raymond Mar
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