This post makes me sad, but I'll get to that in a minute. These are just a few sights in downtown Aberdeen. The World War I memorial shares a large grassy area next to the river with a couple of totem pole-like carvings made from giant trees. Bo Jackson had his best baseball season in 1989 and the Simpsons debuted as a regular series in December 1989 so that graffiti probably dates to 1990.
I've not done a quantitative study but I think it is a universal law that struggling towns and cities have a greater proportion of angry signs, most often directed toward teenagers, Spanish speakers, or parking scofflaws, than towns that are faring better economically. A correspondent pointed me toward this LA Times article about Aberdeens meth problem and at least one person who is fed up with it. I've been in downtown Aberdeen during regular business hours and parking scarcity is far from a problem.
A giant hot dog overrules an angry sign and I really wanted to eat at the Dog House. Despite the angry sign I wanted to eat at the Dog House. Too bad it was closed in the early evening.
One lively spot downtown was the Popcorn Factory. I lost my beloved Bicycle Museum of America baseball cap when I was in Seattle. Since I don't go anywhere without covering my head I bought a dorky, touristy, but cheap (six bucks!), Seattle cap (It says "Seattle" beneath a little pine tree) at the convention center. When I walked into the popcorn place the two women working there proceeded to razz me about the cap.
"Trees? Seattle doesn't have trees. Seattle only thinks they have trees. We have real trees out here!"
It was wonderful. They had local art for sale on the walls and were heavily into promoting activities in Aberdeen. They obviously cared about the community. Looking at their Yelp page tonight I was saddened to see a comment that the place had gone out of business.
I awoke that morning eager to get an early start on the day because there was lots to do. Sorry for the TMI but my digestive system had other plans. As I was about to spend time driving through the woods, but being neither a bear nor the pope, I decided to wait at the Olympic Inn until the Pepto-Bismol kicked in and calmed my stomach down. Once that happened I was off to the most magical part of the Olympic Peninsula.