It’s just not the same

Taylor River is where all the cool kids went to party in high school. Though I am not sure why it is called Taylor when it is actually the Snoqualmie River…but hey…what do you expect from a public education back in the 90’s.

I wouldn’t dare take the mini blazer up there. It was on an old forest service road and I wasn’t about to take the blame for fucking up the car. First priority of Friday night was to find a ride.

Shit went down at Taylor. I broke my pinky toe running from a crazy man with a gun, I was stranded out there for a couple of hours after the police broke up a bonfire and I friend or two may have smoked pot out there for the first time. I met kids from different high schools, learned to tolerate beer…even lost my virginity (don’t freak out mom…that didn’t happen in high school I promise). I remember it as a great place to just hang out in the woods with your friends….at night….with alcohol.

Well….It’s gone. That shit is PAVED. At 35 mph, it only took us half hour to reach the end of the road; or as far as the Rav could go. Compared to the bobbing and weaving between pot holes at 5 mph with your brights on. The turn off to the sand bar is no longer there….well neither is the sand bar, so I guess that is good. There are pull outs, stop signs and directions to park backed in. There are information boards providing maps of the area and instructions to make your payment for use. A MAP!

It feels like the loss of a part of my youth. When I the only thing I had to worry about was curfew and homework; and I am a little sad about it.

The good news that came out of our somewhat wasted trip to the woods, was that there are places to shit now….and man did I have to go. Funny how your needs change when you get older. Gone are the days when you could just go hide and hover.

A much needed laugh

I lost a friend to a drunk driver last week. He was my first boyfriend, took me to my first high-school dance and made for a great summer full of memories. For many reasons we broke up by the time my sophomore year started.

We dated for a little bit after I graduated. I still wasn’t 21 so we would go country line dancing, because it was 18+. I went camping with his family, became close to his sister and survived one hell of a roll over. I don’t remember why…but we stopped seeing each other. I can’t remember if something happened or it was a mutual thing or what. Either way….I have not seen from him since.

My sister lives in the same town as his family and reached out when she heard the news. I soon realized that no matter how long a go a person crossed your path….they did. They are forever part of your story. I spent the next day thinking of all the fun we had.

I reached out to his sister and spend day with her today. It was so good to spend time with someone who knew a part of my story that included him. My husband has been amazing. He knows that this is not a yearning for “what could have been” but rather grief for the loss of a friend.

Turns out it is a good God damn thing I went. When pressured to marry by the last two serious girlfriends, he told them that WE had gotten married but it had been annulled. Once was enough for him. WHAT !?!? That is the funniest fucking thing I have ever heard. There have actually been conversations about his ex wife being his hang-up and I guess no one squashed it.

She says “if anyone asks….just go with it.” Here I thought having slept with his brother was going to make the funeral awkward.