The universe is a funny place. My plan for my vacation was to go and see Saving Abel, Hinder, Papa Roach and Nickelback in concert – a bit of a road trip, a few laughs, too much booze, and just generally take in the beauty of the Oregon and Washington coasts.
I honestly can’t really remember the last time I’ve taken a trip south of the border. Long before you needed a passport to get across, that’s for sure – long before there was even talk of needing a passport if you were staying in North America. Passports were for flying, not driving. I kind of miss that, actually. Governmental fear sucks – but, that is a rant for a different day.
The day before I left, they closed our office and I, along with 90% of my coworkers were layed off. It wasn’t a huge shock, we’d known for a while that they were moving things overseas, and that it was really only a matter of time. Hell, I knew this job wasn’t a forever job when I was hired – it was just one of those places.
But, the pay was decent, the conditions weren’t terrible, and the people were awesome. Losing all that was still a pretty big hit, and it put going away on vacation in a very different light. Instead of cramming as much fun as I could into 3 days, I was suddenly wondering if I really needed to be coming back at all.
Stepping out into the world without strings tying you to the place you are leaving is a nearly indescribable feeling. It’s a little like being a kite when the cord snaps. You hover freely in the same spot for an instant, but the next breeze that comes by can just drag you off to Oz. Exhilarating … that is a good word for it.
Once we hit the I5, it was like being in a whole different world. Everything had changed so much since I had last been to the States. The little differences are the things that catch you the most, I think. Power lines above ground, the makeup of the highway with it’s weird tiny grooves, the fact that there is no French on their signs and labels, and the way that having a kooky girl grin at you from the next car over appears to strike terror in the hearts of mild mannered commuters (which only made me want to do it more!).
When we hit Seattle, we saw the highways split and wind around each other like giant stone serpents. I do remember that from years ago, but it is still pretty magnificent to see. Our roads are just not that dynamic in the lower mainland.
Driving through the Puget Sound area was really nostalgic for me. I haven’t lived there in nearly 20 years and I will probably never live there again, but I could still feel the lingering connection of my childhood home.
South of Seattle and into Olympia and southern Washington, the scenery began to change. The trees got bigger and the whole world just got a little greener. It started to remind me of Vancouver Island in a lot of ways.
We got to the amphitheatre at about 4pm, just as folks were starting to line up to get in. I had been hoping for a bit of time to check out the town and maybe grab a bite to eat, but the day did not slow down for one minute. We waited in line and chatted with people until we got to go up to the gates and get patted down by people who were definitely not comfortable having to do a cursory search of all those people for pot, booze, weapons, whatever they were looking for.
It was a little funny actually. It was so quick and light that I probably could have had a bottle of vodka sticking out of my belly button and they would have missed it. The searches along with the ‘you can drink alcohol’ bracelets struck me as a sort of ‘our insurance company is making us do this’ type thing.
I did learn one important thing. The next time I go somewhere like this, I am bringing protein bars with me. I’m not really sure what I was expecting to find food-wise at the concert, but I was hoping that there would be something that I could eat. Alas, there was bread/wheat everywhere (even in the licorice).
I did end up munching on the inside of a cheeseburger that was not very filling or very tasty. But, this meant that I did get a pretty good buzz off of the slushy margaritas (which were awesomely salty), so it was a decent trade – there is always time to eat tomorrow!
I got a few souvenirs – a Nickelback belt buckle, thong and a tshirt. Also learned that I officially fit into a size Small tshirt now. Not bad for a girl who only 8 months ago was wearing XL.
I will say, it was a little bizarre to see a couple buying the same size shirt I had for their 12 year old son. I am still getting used to being a little person.
The show was fantastic! I am definitely picking up Papa Roach’s new album. I really loved the new songs – they are a little on the heavier side from what I normally listen to, but when it’s good, it’s good.
I did wish Hinder had played a little longer. I would have like to see 4 or 5 more songs from them.
But, it was Nickelback we were all there to see, and they did not disappoint. All kinds of fire and explosions, great music and Chad is really talented at pulling the audience in and making everyone feel like the whole show is just one big backyard party.
They played for 2 hours even though half the band was sick with strep. I had a great time. By the end of the show, I was feeling a little floaty – margaritas, plus the bang up job the Events staff did of keeping pot out of the venue, plus having eaten pretty well nothing since the day before gave everything a fuzzy/glowy quality.
Lucky DW was there to drag me toward the exit or I would have just wandered around aimlessly for who knows how long. And considering that people were following whoever was in front of them, I may have gotten a lot of people wandering around with me!
After that, I remember falling asleep in the car to about six different Nickelback songs being played in all of the vehicles around us – that was a little weird. Then we crashed at a cheap motel at about 2am.
In the morning we found ourselves in a town that we think may have been Vancouver, WA. The part of town we were in looked a lot like a vacant lot.
We hit the road in search of some manner of food that I could eat because I was still a bit loopy from the night before, and we figured that it probably wasn’t a great idea for me to go two days solid without eating.
I have to say that I have a new sympathy for everyone in the US with Celiacs. I complain about finding things that are easy and gluten-free at home, but it’s even harder in the States. Even the grocery store just outside of Portland offered me very limited options.
I ended up with a ham steak, potato salad and corn chips. I will admit that my views may be coloured by the fact that I think we were in a Costco-style store where everything is discount food to begin with.
After the grocery store, we found a mall – so there was Starbucks (SO much cheaper than at home!), and this little sushi place in the food court where the lady behind the counter sterilized everything and made me fresh g-free sushis for lunch (Alaska rolls, I think they were – real salmon and avacado). The lack of soy sauce made me a little sad, but I have discovered that ginger and wasabi still make for some yummy sushi.
I also found a GNC, and remedied my lack of protein bars so that if all else failed, I would have some manner of food for the remainder of the trip.
We bought some maps and decided that we would head up to Astoria for the day. I love going places just because I have never been there before
The drive up to Astoria is gorgeous, and the little town itself is beautiful. The people could use some work, however. It’s a very artsy, snooty and mildly hostile place. It reminds me of Salt Spring, actually. A tourist town that has this bizarre need to shoot itself in the foot by making sure that no tourist will ever visit there twice.
*shrugs* To each his own, I guess. I am still in love with Oregon, though. They have no tax there. The price you see is the price you pay.
I picked up this cute little bracelet at the local Pagan shop, and a page of guitar cords at the music store. The sheet was $4.95, I paid with a $5 and got a nickel back. LOL That nickel is now taped to the cord sheet and the sheet is tacked to the wall above my amp.
That is about my favourite memory of Astoria. That and the bird sitting on the pylon in the bay that looked like his arms were stuck up in the air. He was just sitting there with his wings in the wind. We took some pictures and there was a lot of giggling and ‘I can’t bend my arms down!’ jokes.
Overall, a really great time. That’s the thing about vacations, I think. It’s hard to not have a great time when you are on vacation.
After Astoria, we decided that we would head out to Ellensburg, WA. Originally, I had wanted to go and see Nickelback at the Gorge so that I would also be able to drop in on my family who live out that way. It’s been a lot of years since I have seen any of them, and I figured that it was time.
Since I couldn’t get the seats I wanted at the Gorge, I ended up getting tickets for Ridgefield instead. When we were making plans for the trip, I thought that we could still come back through eastern Washington, and stop in to say hi.
Funny thing is, if I hadn’t lost my job, we wouldn’t have had more than a couple of hours to visit everyone. As it turned out, we got to Ellensburg at about 11pm, and got to spend the whole next day catching up and visiting with everyone.
My uncle owns a diner in town – best food ever, if you are ever out that way, it’s called the Red Horse – and we dropped in for breakfast Sunday morning. After 17 years, my cousin recognized me. That was just so wild.
Last I’d heard, she was living in Texas. I got to talk with her, say hi to my uncle and then the craziest part – I got to reconnect with my dad. I hadn’t seen or talked to him in 14 years, and didn’t even know that he lived there.
We spent the day chillin’ with my dad and chatting and catching up with everyone and then we went over to my cousin’s house for a barbecue. I got to meet her husband and little boy – that kid is just way too adorable.
We stayed the night, and had breakfast at the diner again the next morning before hitting the road to wander around the Okanagan before heading home.
The drive home was a little weird. We ended up taking the Coquahalla highway, which neither of us had ever driven on before. It’s a beautiful drive, but WAY high up. Lots of up and down and ear popping. I yawned so many time so fast that I felt like my head would fall off.
It was sunny and gorgeous out in the Okanagan and in eastern Washington, but once you start getting into the mountains, and the west coast, it got rainy and autumn like. It really felt like I was leaving summer farther behind me with each mile.
We got home late Monday night. The next morning, I was ready to hit the road again. I didn’t want it to end.
I am headed to the island this weekend to visit more people that I haven’t seen in far too long. Work sucks your life away from you if you let it. I feel like I need to spend this time that I have getting all of that life back.
When I finally do get myself back into a normal life rhythm, I need to make sure that I find a way to keep that sort of thing from happening again. No more choosing one half of life or the other. I want it all.
AC