This is Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle. We made it to our last Washington campground on this leg of the trip. Welcome to Sequim, Washington.
Sometimes, you end up in places that you have never heard of, and it ends up being the best place ever.
We had a hard time finding somewhere to park the Big Blue Treat Wagon RV because of the holiday next week. And so the only place we found was in Sequim. We didn’t arrive clean, but we got here safe and sound.
You may think to yourself, self? What does the Sheriff mean that they didn’t arrive clean? Even if you weren’t thinking that, I will tell you anyway. And I actually am gagging a little even thinking about it.
You see, before we left yesterday, the persons thought it would be a good idea to get a shower. I kind of agreed with them as they weren’t smelling so good after hiking and running and walking at the dust pit we were staying at. We didn’t have hookups at our campsite, you know, the sewer kind, so the persons walked half a mile to take their showers at the campground. Upon first inspection, all looked ok as Boy Person related to me later. There were three stalls, and the one in the middle looked the cleanest. But there was a problem. The privacy walls in-between the showers was not so tall. In other words, don’t bend over or stretch too far. And don’t look over under any circumstances. That is not allowed. Prison showers.
Boy Person thought it would not be so bad because there wasn’t anyone in there. And so, as he told me, he turned on the shower and got to showering. And then. In walked a contestant for American Idol. Or so that guy thought. Boy Person hoped that he would stop singing, but he kept on singing, and even throwing in instrument sounds and lightening sounds and thunder sounds and making up words. Boy Person didn’t even know the song, but he knew the words must not be correct.
Open your eyes, look up to the skies and see
Well, Boy Person decided to block it out. And so he did…until the next showerer person walked in to the other stall. Now, Boy Person was surrounded. And if you know Boy Person, you know that he doesn’t do anything fast and wasn’t even half way thru his shower. So he tried to ignore what could be on the other sides of those walls…until the water came on in the other shower.
As Boy Person was standing there, he realized that the water in his shower was not his water. In fact, water from the other showers were running into his shower. Under his feet and filling up fast. Real fast. Literally. I am gagging. And I eat horse poop.
Sends shivers down my spine, body’s aching all the time
Goodbye, everybody, I’ve got to go
As Boy Person decided that he was going to freak out, he started dancing to the music and sound accompaniment of American Idol contestant one, because American Idol contestant two was now singing along. No, he wasn’t dancing. He was jumping. And as the dirty water ran under Boy Person’s feet, he decided all he could do was jump up on the shower bench and try..try, to find his flip flops floating away, and run out that door as fast as he could into the dust pit. And so…that’s what he did as American Idol showerers asked if it was their singing. He didn’t answer.
I see a little silhouetto of a man
Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the Fandango
Thunderbolt and lightning, very, very fright’ning me
Now, I have never realized the importance of a bath, but I do now. So as Boy Person hosed off his feet with the campsite water, we packed up and headed to Sequim, Washington. And as we drove by the ocean, we sure felt a sense of refreshment. But then, we were told, nope. You are not by an ocean. Sequim is not on an ocean. Its a bay going to a strait from the ocean or something like that. I just hope its not bath water.
We were also told that Sequim grows the most lavender besides France. And at a time when the persons are stinking so bad, this is highly appropriate.
So, Washington? Will you have us around for another week? We think we want to see just a little bit more. Plus, since I am putting you under arrest for the dirty bathwater, you have no choice. Washington? You. Are. Arrested. Now, make it up to us!
Are you ready for a great weekend ahead? Make sure to check our Facebook page for adventures, pictures and you never know. I may arrest you too.
-Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle