Stretching all our limbs like a soccer mom does to save
seats at a sporting event, we roll ourselves out of the car we had been sitting
in for three or so hours. Passing through Olympia, Aberdeen, and Humptulips, we
finally made the trek to Kalaloch. A Pacific Ocean beach that greeted us with a
sign reading “Beach log kills,” turned out to be a beautiful locale. The beach
was filled with hundreds of dried Velella jellyfish and huge sandstone rocks
that looked like they belonged on the moon. There were caverns, arches, and trees
that the ground had fallen out from them, but they stood nonetheless with their
roots perched perfectly strong against the sides of fallout.
Upon walking the shore, Ryan mentioned my last “moody little
blog post” which I couldn’t help but agree that I should’ve signed “xoxo” in
true gossip girl fashion. Alas, I stand by it.
All day long, “Come as you are” by Nirvana was stuck in my
head because it was imprinted on the welcome sign to Aberdeen in honor of Kurt
Cobain. The whole day I couldn’t help but think of if Kurt had been where I had
or if he went to the beaches often at all. Traveling through the city with
boarded up windows that intermixed with coffee huts- I tried to fit this all
together with what I knew about Nirvana. And it didn’t really mesh- which I
guess is what “Come as you are” is about anyway.
Also in Aberdeen, we stopped for coffee.
After an obscurely long wait, we pulled up to the kitschy
coffee hut to look at what they offered. There were teas, coffee, extras, and “others”?
And that is where it all started.
Under coffee there was the category “Blended” which I
assumed in Starbucks terminology meant Frappuccino, hence sounding lovely as I
was melting in my seat, pinned down through the windshield by the penetrating
sun. Therefore, I ordered a blended coffee. The peppy barista asked me a series
of questions as to if I wanted it iced, with espresso shots, what flavor I
wanted, if I wanted it chocolatey, if I wanted a Frappuccino thing, etc. It was
an ordeal. I just wanted a latte blended together with ice. That’s it. Finally,
we both came to a consensus and I was looking forward to be melting alongside
my frozen drink in the front seat of Ryan’s car. The barista then was asking
her next customer a series of questions on what “iced” entailed.
I suddenly realized that I would soon be in the peppy barista’s
position in Alaska.
And also totally clueless.
As much as I love coffee. I don’t know anything about how to
make it. I am the classic Seattle hypocrite who’s not from Seattle, claims they
are, drinks their coffee, critiques it, and is completely ignorant. BUT! I hope
to soon be educated about the topic by becoming a barista….and asking probably
a longer series of questions than I was asked that day.
So I will come to Alaska as I did Aberdeen, as I am- a
clueless, peppy, and questioning barista that will take ten minutes just to
start your order.
Alaska, come as you are, as a friend, as a known enemy- see
you in three days.