Lake weekend, Part i

We set out Friday morning, four in a car. As we boarded the ferry, someone suggested we make up drag names to use on the ferry. Our group currently consists of: Portia Potty, Sharon Aspergers (nee Ass), Sandy Crackers, and me, Trucker McGee.


The sky was blue, and the weather was beautiful as we left Seattle behind for the wilds of Mason County.


We took our luncheon at that bastion of haute cuisine Big Bubbas Burgers, where the young lady who served us was not amused that Sandy gave our name as “Bernie Sanders for President.” We are deep enough in Trump country here, that I was concerned the owners would have issues with two of the three boys being gay and evict us before we could even begin to unpack. That hasn’t happened yet, though I suspect they have just decided we are all “fishin’ buddies” or some other acceptably hetero arrangement.

When we arrived at the cabin, things were more overcast, but it was a long trip and I don't think anyone cared.

Once we dropped off the luggage with the bellhop, Portia and I headed in to town to buy groceries. This worked out well, because we have a similar shopping style, which led to us spending way too long admiring new things on shelves, while managing to avoid buying most of the food we needed. But we have snacks! Oh boy do we have snacks.

Because we were good in the store, we got to stop at Dairy Queen on the way back and pick up blizzards. Mine was Cotton Candy flavoured (Duh). In truth we probably did not deserve those blizzards, because all we bought in terms of real food for the weekend was 12 frozen burgers and a 2-foot scooby-doo-sized sandwich. The remainder of the cargo was water, soda, chips, popsicles, alcohol, and mixers for alcohol. We may have priorities, but we will probably not have full stomachs.

We spent Friday night chilling out and playing games mostly. Everyone was in bed by 1:30AM. This isnt that unusual for us out here, once the sun goes down we all tend to fade pretty quickly if there isnt a skinny dip. I’m not sure the set up here will allow for that, but remain ever hopeful on behalf of my mother.

Its currently 5:30AM Saturday as I write this, having not gotten much sleep. I will probably try to catch a nap in the real bed later in the day, I slept on the sofa “bed” last night, and it fully deserves its quotation marks. Who knew there was a 5:30 in the MORNING!?

I meant to be writing this from outside as I watched the lake, but the weather had other ideas. We had a beautiful clear day yesterday, but when I stepped onto the deck I was met with a squishy wet carpet, and the outdoor table is covered with water. I’m not sure why the carpet is out there, but I can say that when my family bought their cabin, most of it was covered with carpet… including the deck and dock. My family laughed about how crazy it was to put stuff on the wood as both deck and dock were rotting and needed replacement. So they were rebuilt, and covered with a plastic mesh material. I’m not sure that lesson was fully learned.  Maybe it is a Thing Unique to This Lake.

Everyone is still asleep right now, so nothing fun is happening yet, but we expect our visitors in a few hours. I plan to pretend they’re locals, hopefully no one notices their Oregon plates.