Life is surreal. It’s amazing how twisted up people can make things. I constantly hear stories that from the outside seem to have such simple solutions, yet the parties involved are fully unwilling to act simply, choosing instead to remain mired in complications. Humanity. It appears we are doomed to destroy ourselves, but before we go we are all going to make certain we’re as miserable as possible. How often, I wonder, could one’s life be different with the simple choice of just letting something go? Ah, what do I know anyway?
Blogging non-sequitur: I did not know that Willie Nelson wrote Crazy.
So yesterday I went to Aberdeen, Washington. The trip was an homage to Kurt Cobain. We listened to Nirvana the whole way there. Okay. I’m joking. That would have been pathetic. Aberdeen was an afterthought. We listened to a lot of music, but none of it was Nirvana. My friend and I decided to go to Long Beach to get out of Portland since we both had the day free. We got to Long Beach and although it was brilliantly sunny, the wind felt like it was blowing off the side of a glacier. We walked out to the ocean then turned around and went right back to the car. Our ears were frozen. The best part of the visit was our dogs. His dog was thrilled to pieces. Oh my God, we’re at the beach! There is sand! There is water! There are people to sniff! I can get wet! I can run! I can wag! My dog was not thrilled to pieces and clearly thought we were insane. He followed behind me whimpering. You have got to be kidding. Can’t you pick me up? My paws are freezing! Is that water? That’s water. No way. I am NOT crossing that water. Oh for Christ’s sake, are you crossing that water? What is wrong with you people? That water is freezing. Do you feel that wind? Seriously. I can’t believe you would volunteer to come out here into the sand and water and wind. There must be something deranged about human beings.
I think Piper was right. It was too cold, windy, and wet. So we decided to leave Long Beach and head to Aberdeen. It was only another hour north and Kurt Cobain grew up there. We had to see if the town was anything spectacular, particularly since he’d become famous and then died. I mean, towns love that stuff, don’t they?
Apparently not. Wow. That is about all I can say. We both lamented having failed to bring any sort of recording devices beyond the cameras in our mobile phones. I don’t know that I can convey in words the pitifully depressed state of the place. I actually had the thought that I could understand why someone living there would want to commit suicide. Of course, Kurt wasn’t there when he committed suicide and had probably not been there for a long time, but it gives one the sense of the place to know that the impression it leaves is that of the will for self destruction.
The approach into town from Long Beach leads one by miles and miles of decimated forests. Good for you, logging companies! It appears you have ensured there will be no lumber to harvest for decades! The land was fully raped and pillaged. We passed the Weyerhauser Mill, drove along a stretch of uninviting highway lined with storage warehouses and beaten down manufactured homes. We came to a bridge and wondered whether Aberdeen continued on the other side or if the next locale was Hoquiam. We discovered to our delight that Aberdeen did indeed continue to the far side of the bridge. Unfortunately since our visit was an afterthought, we arrived just shortly after six p.m. This meant that nothing was open except the corporate strip mall and a porn shop. We browsed the porn shop. It was the same as all other porn shops I have ever frequented. The funny part of the visit there was that a man sat at a counter and another man browsed horrible videos. There were rooms in the back and we heard noises leading us to believe there were men back there as well. But as far as we could tell, other than me, there were no other women in the place. I informed my friend that the other men in the place were probably impressed he had a real girl with him and not a plastic pussy. Good times. The other highlight of our Aberdeen visit was the Star Wars store, but unfortunately it was closed. Today I discovered quite by accident a similar store less than a mile from my house. Since we missed the Aberdeen version, we’ll have to hit the one here.
The homes in Aberdeen were run down beyond belief. My friend suggested that perhaps I could purchase one there for cash out from the money received in the sale of my house. We took down the address of a place for sale to look it up. I did and it is actually possible to buy a house there for 1960’s prices. I saw several for between $40k and $80k. The only problem is why would you want to? Yuck.
Visiting freezing Long Beach and decripit Aberdeen was a fun impromptu road trip. We went to the grocery store in Aberdeen and bought jelly beans and went to the bathroom. The bathroom had a beautiful view of the bay. Seriously amazing. Too bad it was wasted on a grocery store bathroom. We drove home on the non-scenic highway through Olympia. An enjoyable time was had by all.