Dispatch 1
Notes from the Hoh Rain Forest
Notes from the Hoh Rain Forest
Location: A beach on the Northwest
coast of Washington State.
Greetings Fellow Adventurers!
I am writing this dispatch to you with
the Pacific Ocean crashing twenty five feet from where I am sitting.
The roar of the breaking surf is punctuated only by the call of gulls
and my growling belly. I think my belly wants a Hostess chocolate
cupcake.
Much like Lewis and Clark, we call our
expedition the Corps of Desserts instead of Discovery. We are tasked
with mapping every bakery and coffee house between Idaho and the
great Pacific. Like Lewie and Clark, our journey has been fraught
with disappointment (weak coffee) and great vistas (a pastry bar in
Port Townsend.)
Our reward is the knowledge that other
culinary pioneers will follow in our tracks, snacking and drinking
their way to these rustic settlements where they will clear the land,
build new restaurants and raise families.
Tonight we find ourselves camped beyond
La Push in the primeval Hoh Rainforest, a scant mile or so from the
beach. L&C wintered not far from here and like us they too were
running short of brioche' and brie. But we are cut from the same
hearty, American stock and shall suffer these and other deprivations
with stoic solemnity. I thank heaven that MR had the forethought to
trade a Jane Austin novel for two bottles of super crunchy peanut
butter from our Indian brothers back in La Push.
We find ourselves at the midpoint of
our journey and will begin moving South tomorrow mapping and grazing
as we go. In a week or so we shall return to ample bosoms of our
friends and family a bit more obese but satisfied in the knowledge
that our efforts have blazed a path for others to follow. I say,
“Manifest Destiny,” which loosely translates to, “Consume it
ALL!”
I hope this dispatch finds you and
yours well fed and happy. Over and out.
-Old Trout.
