Good times in La Conner

Things are slow in La Conner, with hopes pinned on the upcoming tulip festival.
By Joanne Peterson | Mar 29, 2012

La Conner is one of the small Washington towns I enjoy—especially when it’s not tourist season.

Most towns are more fun to visit when it’s not tourist season, I think, unless you’re considering the economy, which is on everyone’s mind right now.

Things are slow in La Conner, with hopes pinned on the upcoming tulip festival.

I am spending two nights at the comfortable La Conner Country Inn.

Being the distractible creature that I am, I yearned for a solitary time away, with my computer as a companion.

I’ve spent hours sitting at a round table, a west-facing window at my elbow, typing away within sight of a tall mast, viewed over rooftops. Once in a while, I go for a walk.

The three bunches of daffodils I bought for five dollars at the market down the street are outdoing themselves.

When I bought the daffodils, they were pitiful green things, on their sides in a basket, dirt still clinging to their dry stems.

Now, stuffed into a water glass, under the warmth of my bedside lamp, they approach full bloom, their yellow brilliance brightening another gray day.

This morning, I picked up yesterday’s edition of The La Conner Weekly News to read with my breakfast.  (I’ve said before that I’ve never met a small town newspaper I didn’t like. Of course, I like The Beacon best.)

Incidentally, the La Conner Weekly News sells for 75 cents a copy. What a concept.

The first thing I noticed on the front page of The La Conner Weekly News was a distressing four-column-wide photograph of logs spilled “in the roundabout” on a local roadway, the incapacitated truck trailer upturned next to the logs. (Ah, those pesky roundabouts.)

The caption indicated that the 53-year-old driver was uninjured. The last sentence informed the reader, “She was driving a 1990 Kenworth.”

I’ll bet “she” wished she had stayed home that day.

When I looked for the photo credit under the lower right hand corner of the picture, I found “Photo by” to be the only two words identifying the photographer who shot the disastrous roundabout incident.

My favorite item in the paper? That item appeared in the Skagit Co. Sheriff’s Police Office Blotter: “Wednesday, 3:04 p.m.,: Locked Out—Deputies helped a woman who had locked her keys on the wrong side of her car door at Key Bank in La Conner. It wasn’t Adrian or Sandy.”

I’m glad I came to spend a couple of nights in the appealing little town of La Conner, an easy northward drive from home.

I'm glad I picked up the local paper.

And last Wednesday at 3:04 p.m., I’m glad that Adrian and Sandy were safely in the bank.




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