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I was just reading on CNN that on Wednesday (4/19/06), they had to evacuate the security area of the Atlanta airport for a bomb scare. We went through that airport just the day before. Apparently the guy screening the carry on luggage saw an image of a suspicious device. He notified a supervisor, and they manually checked all of the bags on the converyor. When they couldn’t find anything that resembled the image on the screen, they called in the bomb squad. They evactuated the security area for two hours while they searched for the device. It turned out the device didn’t actually exist. The image displayed was part of a test. There should have been a delay, and then a message should have popped up saying “This is a test.” But due to a computer glitch, the test message never displayed.
I am not sure how much it would have affected us as we flew into Atlanta, and then flew out again. So we were already in the secured area, and never passed through the part where they x-rayed our bags in Atlanta, as they had already been x-rayed in Ft. Lauderdale. Still it would have been a hassle. And we had a three hour layover in Atlanta already, so that would have given us some room.

When I was a kid, my family used to load up our 18 foot Terry trailer, hook it up to our station wagon, and head off to Copalis Beach for the weekend. Copalis Beach is just north of Ocean Shores on the Pacific Ocean. But I think Ocean Shores was a little more expensive. We would leave home on Friday evening, and get in to Copalis after dark. There was, and I think still is, a little trailer park where we could pull in our trailer, and hook up to the utilities: water/sewer/electric. This was before cable TV was really big, but I wouldn’t be surprised if they have cable TV hookups now. We’d be out there in the dark with flashlights, jacking up, and leveling the trailer, and getting everything hooked.
The trailer had propane heat, and we would have to light the pilot light of the heater using long wooden matches. The refrigerator was also propane driven, so we would have to get that going as well. My mom would make big batches of sloppy joe mix, and store in in the fridge in a tupperware container. We would just scoop some out, and into a little sauce pot and heat it up on the propane stove. When it was warn, we would eat it served on hamburger buns.
At night, my brother and would sleep in sleeping bags up in this little loft thing that slid out. Out parents slept down below on couch that opened out into a bed. If we had anyone else, the dinette also converted into a short bed. We could fit a lot of people in that little trailer. At night we would go to sleep hearing the ocean not very far away.
In the morning we we get up, and mom would make breakfast of eggs, ham, bacon, and stuff like that. Us kids might have cereal. Then we would head outside.
It was just a short walk down to the ocean. We would walk up and down the beach picking up shells, or peices of driftwood. Occasionally we would find something cool, like a glass float, or stuff that came from another country. Sometuimes we would build sand castles, or just digs holes in the wet sand. Or we might play up in dry sand of the dunes.
We had two motorcycles. They were Honda Trail 90’s, or as we refered to them Toilet Seat 90’s. They travelled to the beach on racks that were mounted on the front and back of the trailer. They had automatic clutches, so you didn’t need to pull in a clutch handle when shifting. When we were little kids, my parents would drive them, and us kids would sit on the back with our arms around our parent’s waists. I had a young foster sister named Rhonda for a while that would actually fall asleep back there, so my mom took to strapping Rhonda to her so she wouldn’t fall off. When we were a little older, us kids would take the bikes out ourselves, and ride on the beach or in the dunes. The Trail 90’s are small bikes, but when you are a kid, and the bikes has fallen over in the soft dry sand of the dunes, they can be tough to lift. We always wore helmets, and we never got seriously hurt. We would ride the bikes as far as we could. Eventually we would run into a river going into the ocean that we couldn’t cross. I have had bigger motorcycles, but I don’t think any were as fun as those Honda Toilet Seat 90’s.
On our explorations of Copalis Beach, we found an old boat that was partially buried in the sand high up on the beach. We never knew how it got there, but we thought it was cool. We visited that boat on many trips.
On Sunday afternoon, we would start loading everything back up. Then we would drive home. I’ll never forget those weekend trips to Copalis Beach.

I have been picking up copies of Arthur Frommer’s Budget Travel out of the bin at my local library. They are free so what the hey. But I don’t get all of the issues, just the ones that people drop off. So I decided to subscribe. It wasn’t real expensive, and it may have some ideas that will save me money in the long run. The articles are interesting. And if you can’t tell by the title of my blog, I like to travel!

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