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1st per in:| include not taking anything their grandchildren might want: no pictures of art works, no beach-combing. It's a foggy day, with the outline of A-Ka-Lat, the much-pictured sacred island just offshore, barely visible. I'm enjoying taking it all in, and not particularly motivated to reduce what I'm seeing to words. And, finally and perhaps most fundamentally, because there's no internet in our sweet cabin beside the beach. So to post something, I have to go sit in the wifi room at the office.
To get here, we crossed the long Astoria-Megler bridge and along the coast. Up here in the far yupper right-hand corner of the continental US, that's complicated by numerous rivers, estuaries, and bays, so 100 miles as the eagle flies took us 200 miles on the ground. Often we were traveling through long straight corridors of tall trees; other times, past the wreckage of a twice-harvested forest, the bare stumps and slash piles grey and lifeless. We travelled through Aberdeen, one of our least favorite towns, and had an elk burger at Kalaloch Lodge in the Ocean Unit of Olympic National Park.
We arrived here in La Push, the name being a reminder of the French influence in these parts; it's a bastardization of the word for mouth, la bouche. Here we are at the mouth of the Quillayute River, summer headquarters for the tribe, and their fishing port. The Quileute are heroic fishermen and wonderful basket-weavers, as accomplished as the Mendocino Pomo. A proud people, their stories have them here for 8,000 or 9,000 years, a tradition validated by findings at neighboring Ozette village, a few dozen miles north of here. Their language, unrelated to all others, is one of five languages in the world without any nasals sounds – no N or M. It's a language of clicks and glottal stops ...and a very private language, shared written but seldom spoken in the hearing of outsiders. Their tradition of hospitality is part of the reason we are able to be here (but I'm sure the good US dollars we're paying factor into their calculations.)
The internet at Quileute went down Sunday morning, and the staff had no interest in fixing it.|
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1st per in:|e been on the road for a long time. This is a very out-of-the-mainstream place to be. Having expected the provisions to be lacking here at the veriest edge of civilization, we had delicious pastries from the Blue Scorcher Bakery in Astoria, and a delicious Ramen with lamb for lunch (imported from Harvest Market and the Astoria Coop.)|
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