Im blogging about it.

I last left you sitting in North Town Coffee shop

in the small deserted town of Yakima Washington. Since that moment I have traveled Mukilteo, Seaside, Reedsport, Coos Bay, and now Wiston, where I am currently in The Daily Grind Coffee Shop writing this here post. But before I get ahead of myself lets rewind.

Yakima:

• We celebrated JJ's birthday buy going to this mexican resteraunt. The waitress was a big women with dark busy eye brows and looked liked she had one to many burritos in her life time. When we ordered our meals we didnt understand the size of them. Now wonder she was a little larger on the pants size. The burritos flowed over the plates, its contents hot with flavor, but there was just too much food for even JJ- the king of eating- to finnish.
• While sitting in the coffee shop for two days I heard about this event called the Folk Festival happening around town. Since we had nothing planned I was determined to find it. The three of us piled into the big party van searching for excitement. When driving down mainstreet we saw the roads blocked off and a chain link fence holding many people inside. It must be the festival. The car was parked and we walked over to the excitment. Just standing on the outside of the the fence and peering in there were tents set up with burgers, hot dogs, tee shirts- the works. The women selling tee shirts was not wearing your usual street wear. She was decked out with fishnets, a little pair of black underwear, high highs, and a tee shirt too small to even fit her skinny body. Her hair was curled and her make up done to perfection. Gaze passed her if you could and over the heads of the crowd and there was a cage. This was not the Folk Festival.... this was Cage Fighting on main street. It cost 20 dollars to go watch so we just decided to stay out and witness a little of Yakima's cage fighting on main street. The first two people were a Yakima Martial Arts Team Member. The oposing guy was much taller than the other and came from the "white slums" team (or somthing to the similarty.) They both looked like they could put up a fight, but within a minute and thirty secounds the martial arts guy was out with a swing. It was pathetic so we booked it.
• Just a warning: if you ever go camping in Yakima- bring a lot of bug spray. It was terrible. They were attacking by the hundreds.

That is all I have time for. The coffee shop is about to close.

Stay tuned for more adventures.

Next post: Java Jugs and liars in the campground- Mukilteo Washington

Bye!