We’re really starting to see some cool parts of the country. Not that it all hasn’t been, but this is really spectacular countryside. The drive to Corvallis was stunning, mostly on side roads along rivers, through forests, and fields.
Why Corvallis? Agnes! And ice cream! But mostly Agnes. And where there’s Agnes, there’s usually ice cream. We’ve known Agnes probably about 15 years since she strolled up into Hatch Show Print when the girls all worked there and was promptly hired. Kind of the way we met most of the people in our lives. She’s been an honorary Gill Girl ever since. Even making the great trip to Harry Potter World for Delaney’s big 5-0. Oh, I mean 4-0. Whatever. Sounded like they all had a big time down there in Orlando with all the witches and warlocks and Minnie and Morty and all of ’em.
Agnes showed us around the cool town of Corvallis like a boss. She swears it’s not as cool as it looks, but it’s sure seems to be really cool. I particularly liked the way it smelled everywhere. It smelled really good. Like a sweet sweet skunk. They had some cool dive bars as pictured below. We checked out an interesting art exhibit at the local art center. Ate some tasty Thai food. Got ice cream, of course. Agnes told us all about her favorite podcasts including My Dad Wrote a Porno where some poor dude found the porno his dad wrote and reads it aloud with his friends while they drink. Sounds fantastic.
After exploring the town, we checked out Betty Turbo’s humble abode which was clearly the coolest house on the block. A real wonderland of color and visuals. Every artist’s dream from the perfectly appointed jam room in the basement to the silkscreen studio out back, not to mention her wicked cool office where she makes her Etsy magic.
I’ll confess that we also spent a decent amount of time resting up at the hotel, healing up in their hot tub, and watching The Legend of Bagger Vance, complete with commercials every ten seconds which made it drag on for like 4 hours, but we were inexplicably mesmerized (i.e. exhausted). It was kind of like a car wreck on the side of the road that you can’t help but watch. Can’t believe Will Smith didn’t win an award for this one. Wow, it was rough, no pun intended. On a bright note, Zeke and Maddie did not mind the cuddlefest at all. They love a Holiday Inn Express where they most definitely do not get on the bed.
They’s college football team has got the wrong color orange and the three football players and coach I said that to at the Old Spaghetti Factory (not that we ate at the Old Spaghetti Factory or anything… it was late and right by the hotel. Give us a break.) just stared at me like most people do when I approach them in public. But I think they got it.
Once again, had to leave too soon to start heading down the coast. Remember, we’re moving fast now. Thanks, Agnes, for being a topnotch tour guide. Come visit us down in California soon.
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