The Ghosts of the Past

As I’m writing this, I’m sitting in our RV in Coeur d’Alene, Idaho. Yesterday was a long day, driving from White Salmon with only a few quick stops for gas and bathroom breaks, totaling about 6 hours. About a half hour out of White Salmon, just east of The Dalles, we hit wood smoke and it didn’t get better all the way to the resort. Yep, back in the summer of 2020 with the creepy sun and the Apple Weather app telling me I shouldn’t breathe for my health. Ugh.

Hopefully we won’t have to wait until New England to get out of the smoke, but I do have a feeling that Yellowstone will be affected.
Hello Idaho!

On Sunday I did a long walk around White Salmon to spend some time with my past. It was a good thing, I think, putting in stark contrast the decision between moving to the Gorge or New Hampshire, and as I told Danica, it firmed up my confidence that this decision is the right one. Walking through White Salmon was being constantly reminded of the past, and places I can never go back to, regardless of where I am geographically. Living in White Salmon would be comforting, to be sure, but it wouldn’t be challenging. I know all the roads, trails, stores, weather, wildlife, and culture. Also, my guess is that in that in the back of my head I’d always be doing that differential analysis of what was and what is, which I think I’d find annoying but unable to shut off.

I think the past is a great place to visit, but I wouldn’t want to live there.

The White Salmon Pool, now decrepit. I hear they’re building a new one, and it’s going to be amazing. This is the pool I grew up going to each summer, and the one I learned to swim in. The first memory that came back when I saw it on my walk was a song: The Cars song of the summer, Magic, playing on a boom box while diving to the bottom of the pool on dares for fun.

This is the first house we lived in when we moved to White Salmon, a tiny little thing. I don’t remember a lot about it, since I think we moved into our next house prior to being a Kindergartener.

This is the second house we lived in after moving from Connecticut. I have a lot of great memories from here, even though we moved to our third house before I was 10. We called this The Big House, even though now it looks so small. My room was up the stairs, down the hallway and straight to the end. Interestingly, a couple friends of mine I went to high school with lived here several years after my parents sold it.
And the house we moved into a bit before my 10th birthday, and lived until I was out of high school. As you can imagine, I was a bit spoiled with the view. I remember camping out on the deck, being put to sleep by the wind and the trains.
Hasta la vista, White Salmon! See you at Christmastime.

2 responses to “The Ghosts of the Past

  1. You forgot the house above us that we remodeled and then build the bluff house. I hope our trip brings you excitement and adventure. I miss you already, Love you all with all my heart.

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