Musings on daily events in my unremarkable life as a retired person who has found way too many things to do.
By: osdianna , 4:57 AM GMT on August 03, 2013
I have not been up to Point Grenville to see the spectacle of the ocean-going canoes paddle into the beach, nor have I attended any of the festivities so far. I had every intention of going, but the idea of taking a shuttle bus for an hour and a half ride to mingle with thousands is a bit daunting right now; I find the spirit craves peace and quiet and solitude more than the hoards of tourists. If I could drive up there myself and stay as long as I wanted, I think I would enjoy it. But the last shuttle leaves at 8pm or so, and that is when things are just loosening up. I was at the last Paddle to Quinault, in 2002, and we were allowed to drive up there (to Tahola)ourselves.
I understand about the parking nightmare, but I also understand they really would rather this were an Indian thing, or they would figure out a way to let us stay longer.
I'll try to get up there Monday.
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