Oysterville Mystery!

Oct 6, 2011 | 1 comment

In the Oysterville Church, October 5, 2011

     Talk about being in a parallel universe or on another planet!  My morning yesterday was almost like one of those out-of-body experiences.  There I was in the church, talking to a group of senior citizens from Canada about the history of Oysterville and its relationship to the oyster industry in Willapa Bay.  And there they were, forty-four pleasant but very confused-looking listeners watching me expectantly.
     I had prepared my hour and a half talk/ walking tour for “The Origin of Peninsula Cuisine – Then and Now.”  That’s what I was told this tour was all about.  I had even run off copies of my great-grandmother Julia’s recipe for baked oysters, complete with a photograph.  In color.  I was amazed at how many people refused to take a copy.  “We don’t really like oysters,” several said.  “I don’t cook,” one woman told me.  “No thanks,” said several others.
     It wasn’t until I was “delivering” the group to Dan at Oysterville Sea Farms that I learned from the owner of the tour company that this was a “”Mystery Tour” and that the participants had signed on knowing only that they needed to pack for four days, take their passports and that there would be no plane travel involved.  They had no idea where they were going.  Oysterville was their first stop.
     YIKES!  No wonder there were so many blank faces.  They had been let off the bus in front of the church and I guess they expected me to reveal where they were and why.  Well, I did say, “Welcome to Oysterville.”  But, launching into an explanation of the types of oysters that have been harvested here over the last 150 years was a bit of a quantum leap.  Obviously, a little orientation should have been the first order of the day.
     Another mystery involved the spiffy big tour bus they were on.  Several of the group walked with difficulty or used walkers or canes.  I’m always concerned about these folks when I am asked to do a “walking tour” but, as usual, I was assured that they would be happy to wait on the bus while I walked through town and down to the bay with those who were able.  The bus driver and the ‘professional step-on guide’ would stay with the bus.  However, when we left the church, the bus had disappeared, as had the driver and the guide.  It was as if magician David Copperfield had spirited it away.
     Everyone decided to go on the walking part of the tour rather than staying behind at the church.  We walked slowly, waiting along the way for those who had trouble keeping up. They were intrepid – real troopers! – and made it all the way up the street, down to the bay, and back to the schoolhouse where the bus was just pulling in. They had gone for gas…
     It was definitely a day full of mysteries.  Hats off to the tour group for enduring… even though they didn’t want Great Grandma Julia’s recipe!

1 Comment

  1. Nancy

    I have been wondering, since your blog yesterday, about the tour. Forty four Mystery Tour troopers plus the main “trooper” you! I was reminded of “Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy”….Surreal…..

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