St. Helens is in the wrong State

Trip Start Aug 14, 2002
Trip End Sep 01, 2008

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Thursday, December 27, 2007

Why St. Helens?  Through four hours of traffic, heavy rain, even some snow we trawled.  In the back, my father in law and mother in law.  My father in law's inner dialogue was broken down and the entire trip he talked.  My mother in law talked over him.  This was how it was the entire trip, but particularly here it was exacerbating. 

The car on the ride was too hot because we had to use the defroster on the windshield.  This only worked on the windshield and the rear window (only partially on the windshield).  The rest of the windows had a certain making-out-in-the-car-kind of look.  So we improvised by employing the passengers in wiping off of the windows.  All to the hum of my father in law's recital of the weather in Houston and other assorted conversation topics. 

Bent had a meeting down here for a couple of hours.  I was originally asked by my wife if I wanted to go, and I declined.  "For one day....I don't really see the use."  Then, the dominoes fell.  Because if I didn't go, she didn't want to go.  If Kristina didn't go, the her mom didn't go.  Then my father in law goes by himself, which led to my wife requesting that I go.  I caved.  I was on break from school.  So I went. 

St. Helens is a nice town if you like small towns with old sections dedicated to antiquing.  I don't particularly care for them.  It would have been nice to drift into a local tavern, but that wasn't really an option on this trip.  It's on the river.  There is a museum there. 

While my Bent was in a meeting, I drifted around with Kristina and her mom, looking at antiques and freezing my balls off.  I hate antiques.  They looked at the art of a self taught artist whose primary source of inspiration were horses.  And some elk.  It wasn't bad.  Wasn't good either.  Kristina wanted to purchase one, but didn't really want to.  Her mom was offering to pay.  The artist was almost salivating at the possibility of us buying her folk art.  Then, it fell apart due to indecision.  Our intrepid saleswoman left desperate.  Then, waiting for the last bit to get Bent, they went on a shopping spree at the local walgreens, grabbing at the candy.  I went to the local used bookstore.  I almost grabbed a copy of the history of western dining etiquette, but I could not ascertain the credentials of the author.  After all, who wants to listen to somebody's take on manners if they aren't bonafide.  I grabbed a $1.00 copy of Siddhartha printed in 57. 

We left in a driving snow, to the same din of the chatter of my father in law.  It was alright.  The steak and pasta place we ate at was nice, as was the local diner.  Joe's I think.  The French Toast was delicious. 
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