Coming up on the 2017 Astoria Crab Festival.
Doing events in Astoria is like being at home. Since we moved to Scappoose in 2001, Astoria--70 miles west on Highway 30--has become our second home. We've rolled a series of at least five different trailers, plus several incarnations of restaurant equipment, down the highway to events in that lovely little town. The event center at the fairgrounds has become so familiar, I almost feel like a part owner.
One of my favorite things about doing events in Astoria is the opportunity to "camp" practically on the grounds of the venue. The past couple of years, we've been able to turn our little 12-foot utility trailer into quite serviceable sleeping quarters for 3 retirement-age ladies. It's kind of funny, really. We have to squeeze three cots, three sets of luggage, three sets of rainwear (it almost always rains at some point while we're there), lighting and power for after-hours entertainment (which involves sitting on one's cot and reading or watching You-tube videos on someone's device) a cooler for cold foods and a box for non-refrigerables into a 12' x 6' space. Quite the challenge! But...well, I love the challenge. It's a part of the trip that I most look forward to
So this year, we have managed to fall into some "luck." A friend of one of my sisters couldn't abide the idea of us cramming ourselves and our stuff into that teeny trailer, so she offered to acquire a hotel room for us for the three nights we'll be on the coast. As it happens, three nights in the Best Western on the Prom in Seaside. For free. A gift. That's great isn't it? Isn't it?
Well, yeah. It is.
But my crotchety old-lady soul is being surprisingly cranky about the change in plans. Apparently I have finally become too old and set in my ways to be grateful and graceful about manna falling from heaven. I guess I want to bake my own bread, thank you very much. What am I...some kind of idiot?
Shoot me now...