30-Oct-1999 -- I was feeling pretty guilty about
hitting such an easy confluence. But, what the heck: the last one was no
From my stop at the Olympia confluence,
I drove further west on WA-8
and headded west towards Hoquiam. I'd been through Aberdeen, which
neighbors Hoquiam, many times. I like to ride my motorcycle around the
Penninsula. Unfortunately, I never had time to do it this year.
Hoquiam is a tiny little town run mostly for the logging industry.
It's less depressed, and certainly less remote, than other similar
cities (like Forks) out on the Penninsula. That's probably also because
it's home to one of the bigger ports outside of the Puget Sound.
Anyway, I fell off of WA-8 and connected to WA-101. I bought some
more batteries for my GPS, since the ones in there were getting low. And
I continued on WA-109 towards the shore and Ocean City.
School. Grizzly Fever: there is no cure.
Sure enough, I came around the corner and found myself passing some
of the roads that would lead towards the confluence. Across the street
from the property where the confluence is a little shop that sells wood
sculptures. I parked there and walked south on WA-109 towards the spot
where the confluence should be.
The land use markings on the topographic map I had were a bit
confusing; I thought the spot would be in a refuge and not on private
property. But, sure enough, my GPS and well-honed dead-recoking
indicated the confluence was right on the Enquist residence.
I walked along the north edge of the property, marked by a wire
fence, first. You can see my GPS at the base of a fence post in Photo
#1. (The fence appears bowed because I again used my super-wide 15mm
lens.) That's looking south towards the confluence. My GPS is shown in
Photo #2, reading 47 degrees and 0.023 minutes north by 124 degrees and
0.002 minutes west. I was about 140 feet north of my mark!
Back along the main road, I found the entrance to the property. Here,
my GPS read 47 degrees and 0.002 minutes north by 124 degrees and 0.033
minutes west. I popped picture #3 at the entrance. The white sign says
"We support the timber industry".
I built the courage to walk up the driveway to see if someone was
home and if I could have permission to walk around the pen in front of
the house that held the confluence. But there was a sign warning of dogs
(right on the second tree in the driveway in photo #3). As if on cue,
they started barking. So, I bailed: 130-something feet away is surely
On the way back home, I stopped in Hoquiam at Steves Parkway Tavern.
I parked my fancy imported sports car in the lot between two hard-worked
pickup trucks and went in. The Washington State football game was on;
they were playing Stanford. The median age of the dozen-or-so patrons
had to be around 40.
I looked around as I sucked a Rainer and watched the game. 'Course, I
couldn't order an Amstel here unless I wanted to get my import-drivin'
ass kicked back to King County. It was a really rustic place, full of
people who did real work for a living. There was little doubt
they would not have much use for a keyboard pettin' weak-stick like
Some guy came in and nearly fell over. When he got up, he flexed his
muscles and yelled: "It's time for the party to start!" He was no
younger than 45, and his purple U-Dub jacket looked like it had never
I downed another beer and headed home; it was almost 3pm.