Bouncing between three friends to do things with, and with close proximity to a wide variety of restaurants, I have eaten out more way more than I usually do. Great for the variety but terrible on the budget. I met Grace and a friend of hers at the Khu Larb Thai Restaurant on Adams St. for lunch. One part of the restaurant is a regular eat-inside kind of place. Another smaller part is take out. Between 11 and 3, you can take your own dish and utensils and they will give you a choice of white or brown rice and add three choices
of eight entrées. You either buy a drink or bring your own. This scrumptious and more than adequate “green” lunch is $5.
At the end of the street and right on the water is a small public picnic area. I always carry a red and white checkered plastic tablecloth in the van so we set up in short order and enjoyed conversations with crows, gulls, and each other.
Judith is a world-traveler far more than I have been but not any more than Grace who has back-packed the world, and later RVed it, so we all had interesting stories. Grace met Judy when she was squiring a family group to various tourist destinations and invited Grace to go along. Judith left and I waved to a mother and daughter from California that I had met the previous Saturday while eating breakfast at the Farmer’s Market near my rental. They came over with their Burmese Mountain Dog who is absolutely beautiful and has a loving personality. As I introduced them to Grace, someone at the picnic table next to us said, “Is that you, Grace?” and former neighbors of hers from Seattle were introduced all around. What fun.
Now having said all that, only two out of the eight of us are or were RVers, but it was the same kind of connectedness that you find in the RV community. It is indeed a small world. I have always found that when you travel by RV, you meet people for the first time and it is nice. You exchange names which you may or may not remember ten miles down the road. When you meet them ten days later in another place, that connection becomes a little stronger. It may be a year or two before you see them again but then (after you prompt your memory a bit), you feel like it is old home week. Again, what fun.
I have many times over the years been asked, “How do you meet people?” Open your mouth, say hello with a smile in your voice and on your face and go from there.
These Victorian houses are part of the charm of Pt. Townsend. God bless until next time.
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At 45, Widow Minshall began 20 years of solo full-time RVing throughout Alaska, Mexico, and Canada. Sharlene canoed the Yukon, mushed sled dogs, worked a dude ranch, visited Hudson Bay polar bears, and lived six months on a Mexican beach. She lectured at Life on Wheels, published six RV-related books and wrote a novel, “Winter in the Wilderness.”
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