Vashon Island news-record. [volume] (Vashon, Wash.) 1919-1954, 1931-09-03

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up it's mind where 1t wanted to go!
And then the nickle machine---but
the less said about that the better! II
q picture of a peach, or an orange,
or some other kind of fruit had APP
peared In the slide we might have
gotten enough nickles to finance our
trip. but all we ever got were lemons!
But to get back towards Corvallis.
How we did hate to leave the ocean!
It was in here, however, that we be-
gan to discover Men at Work.. At
least that's what the glazing yellow
signs In the roadway said. I wouldn't
mind working in Oregon at all. The
first man we saw was doing in his
wheelbarrow, and the second-all he
needed was pair of beach pajamas
and striped umbrella Another man,
further along, had pick In his hand,
half raised He looked at us google
eyed, and Pete burst out laughing.
THE poor fellow" she said, "he's
got that pick up there, and doesn't
know what to do with It," No doubt
he got 1t down eventually.
There was nothing thrilling or ex-
citing inland. We Just drove-and
how Sloop could drive! With a Buick
horn on Henry car we had every
one pulling to one side to let us pass.
At eight o'clock that night we drew
up at Hopple's Camp, below Eugene,
and Hopping into our cabin beds,
knew nothing more until morning.
With Grants Pass and the redwoods
reckoning us, we got an early start.
When we reached the mountainous
country we slackened our speed to
forty miles an hour. Up and up and
up. and then, like the bear that went
over the mountain, we saw the other
side" and proceeded downwards. There
was nothing so glorious as our Wash
ington mountains-no snow capped
peaks in the distance, no angry
crevasses, or death defying canyons
Just trees and rivers-up and up
around the side of the mountains,
with the tree tops below, then down
and down to the rolling meadows,
sturdy oaks, and running waters. At
times we got dizzy rounding the curves
and wondered if Sloop was going to
forget to turn the wheel. But strange
ly enough, she never did, and we had
no airplane rides out over the tree
tops. IL
Suddenly we reached Crescent City.
Where was our beautiful ocean now?
Fog swept over and around us. Along
the rocky coast road with sheer rocks
above us, and spiky tree tops below, we
could look down and catch occasional
flashes of surf which was quickly OBJ
liberated by the pillows Of fog that
swilled up and across. We seemed
to be riding into eternity! Around
those great rocks we swung, with
nothing but gray clouds ahead, but
somehow we always found the road.
Once the sun broke through and we
were gasping with the beauty of the
coast line when like an angry spirit
the fog rushed at us, and jealousy
covered the forbidden scene.
Just out of Crescent City we were
Inspected for bugs! The best looking
officer! Out of all the bunch we
would pick the only presentable one.
I think it was Sloopy's eyes that drew
him. But when he started through
our suitcases we slumped down in our
seats and tried to visualize what man.
ner of wearing apparel was inside.
Finally Pete timidly raised her head.
Are you through?" she asked weak
ly.
yep, said he, "just as soon as Il
get the tail of this orange dingus in
side"
Then he came around and talked
to us while We were waiting for the
others.
How do you get these jobs, any
way?" asked Pete.
Mot very easy" he grinned. "You
have to pass a pretty rigid test for
eyes and nerves."
Don't imagine you had much
trouble, she answered, wouldn't you
like an apple? They've got lot of
nice Washington worms in EN-. I
tasted one this morning!"
But he declined, and we drove on.
And then we began to see the red
woods we had been laundering for.
How infinitesmal we felt, and how
achy our necks got, trying to see the
tops. We thought we were seeing
great deal, but someone told us the
best of them were further on, so we
began to consider stopping for the
night. But Sloop was hard to stop.
On through the little town of Scotia
we drove and into the woods. 1t was
growing dusk, and we thought we'd
find cabins soon, but we didn't. At
last we came into clearing and found
a large country hotel calmly surveying
us from its wooden eyes. We drove
up in front, but no one appeared.
Tit looks sort of funny, said
Sloop, where's everybody"
Just as we were considering driving
on, man appeared. He seemed a
little reluctant, but finally assured us
his wife would cook us. something. So
Pete and went in to look Mt the
rooms. We wandered through a large
room, on into another large one, and
up some stairs in the wake of the
man, holding each others hands fear
fully.
A long hallway stretched before us,
with doors opening on either side, but
not sound, not soul in sight The
rooms were spotlessly clean, the man
looked honest, and the glimpse we
had caught of his wife locked reas-
surfing, SO we ate the ham and eggs
she prepared. locked our door, and
slept the night thru.