I’ve written that my first impression of Vashon was that it looked like rural West Virginia. Here are some pictures that show what I mean. To get to the house where I would be staying, we traveled winding country roads, uphill and down, with few houses, and those rough and not well-maintained. The plan was for me to stay at the house where Nan lives for the duration of my visit. There was a guest room that I could use.
When we turned into the driveway to this house, this is what I saw:
A derelict car left there.
On the other side was a derelict boat.
A view of the house follows.
In the backyard was this:
The view from the back of the house:
Junk everywhere. I’ve shown only a few of the shots I took. You haven’t seen the half of it!
Can you see why I couldn’t stay there? And I haven’t even shown you inside the house!
Nan had created a clean, orderly, and pleasant sanctuary for me next to her room, which she had made into a haven for herself, but I simply couldn’t tolerate the mess everywhere else.
When Geoff told me that he and Carol could make room for me in their house, I dumped my belongings into trash bags and my little carry-on bag and left within minutes.
I can well understand your reluctance to linger for long at this place! Oh JoWynn what a disappointment for you.
I hope things improved as your vacation continued…..
Jill
I’ve been thinking about your disappointment but also about Nan’s disappointment!
Nan would have spent time getting a room ready for you – I wonder how she felt when you left?!
Sad I guess? What a shame things didn’t turn out better for everyone.
Jill
fly home…dear friend.
I am not still there, Diane. You’ll see pictures of my new environment soon.
I got cost information about leaving here early, and it would have cost nearly as much as my r/t fare!