10 years ago, Lou and Carole started taking their family to Tucker's cabin in Oysterville once a year, and thankfully, the tradition has stuck. Besides the fact that the town holds a lot of Wachsmuth history, there's a going-back-to-our-roots feel about the place that always slows things down for me. When we're there, it seems we can't be rushed or pushed to move to the next thing. Except for low tide, we don't allow the clock to be our tyrant. We just get to be and we get to enjoy each other without worrying about what's next on our agenda. As Matt puts it, "nothing is what we do in Oysterville". It's not that we don't do anything---we play board games, read in the cabin or around the campfire, go clamming on the mudflat at low tide, run to the beach, bike, sometimes go to Long Beach, and always, always watch old movies (usually the same ones). But there's no set time as to when we'll do this or that, and there's an understanding that no one is obligated to do anything. Even mealtimes happen whenever.
Granted, we couldn't do this all the time; but for a weekend, I find it rather liberating..and I'm thankful for the many years we've been able to go back to the place where we do nothing.
We said goodbye to Oysterville..but not without taking some shelled souvenirs to enjoy the feel of the place for a while longer....in the form of the yummiest clam chowder I've ever made (if I may say so myself)!