November 24th, 2008
Last Saturday, my friends Paula, Robin and I treated ourselves to a day in The Town With The Name I Can Never Spell (Clatskanie, Oregon). We started off our adventure with a at Stewart’s Point Church (Old Finnish Church) in Quincy, Oregon - hosted by Karen of Just Plain & Simple Me. I “met” Karen online through what is the thing that binds me to everything… food. Karen made much of (if not all) the delicious treats at Barn House’s Gothic Harvest. It didn’t take long for me to follow the cardamom bread crumb trail to her blog. Oh her cardamom bread is out of this world!
Darling setting and sooooo many goodies inside. Simply dreamy. Karen’s blog has gobs of photos of all the goodies. Karen was so sweet (as was her daughter) - and we all could have chatted for hours in the church kitchen. I had a serious lapse in judgment, and only purchased one loaf of cardamom bread. One loaf??? WHAT was I thinking!
After we loaded up my car - and there was surprisingly a lot of room - maybe because “our Karen” wasn’t able to come… we headed back into town and hit an antique store, Flowers n Fluff, and a darling little store called Picket Fences (which sadly was going out of business). Loaded up my car again (and we STILL had room for more), and then hit Hump’s for lunch.
Paula and Robin showcase the weird book selection in Humps Restaurant’s “gift shop” book rack. Ladies room sign… Mary Kate apparently is not allowed.
Clatskanie is a little town on Hwy. 30 between here and there (for us, it’s between Astoria and Portland). I’ve only ever stopped there for coffee and my red table (at Flowers n Fluff) and to make a contribution to the city (speeding ticket). We were all up for a little exploring, and Robin knew of some jems we’d sure to go gaga over (like The Castle).
We drove around (with me adhering to all posted speed limits) snapping photos, laughing, oohing and ahhing at all the charming homes, laughing… and lots and lots more of laughing, silliness and merriment. I had gobs of photos I took, but since I was
stalking driving and clicking at the same time… well that = blurry photos. Some of the houses really struck me, like the ordinary little 50’s ramblers with stunning front entries. From ordinary to extraordinary with just a little molding and roofing. Robin spotted the covered wagon, and if ANYONE should be getting a ticket in Clatskanie… it’s the people who are using it as their recycling bin. We all fell in love with the vintage gate and fence… and the yellow farmhouse. I was even surprised to see a few stucco houses. Stucco… in Oregon? It reminded me of California, and I had a twinge of homesickness (which I cured with a another nibble of cardamom bread).
We had come to where Robin’s car was parked, but we just were having too much fun and didn’t want to call it a day. We realized there was another part of town we hadn’t explored… so off we went. We were greeted by a sign that had us baffled… “DEAD END - NO TURN AROUND”. So, do we drive in backwards? Do we go in, but don’t ever come out? Are Jon Voight, Burt Reynolds and Ned Beatty waiting for us at the end of the road?
We found some cool old trucks that had become one with nature. Paula was even brave enough to get behind the wheel of one of them. Amazing how the forest works. Or maybe it was gnomes who pimped their trucks. More delights to behold… even in the wilds of an Oregon forest… red and aqua is to be found. And I found out how milk jugs are grown - when we stumbled upon a secret milk jug farm.
If you’re ever driving through Clatskanie… do stop, and do explore!
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