The other evening Nolemana and I were driving home from town along Tillstrom Road, which is probably our most frequently travelled road. That’s the road we take to get to Portland, to Clackamas, to church, and most everywhere else heading makai. I much prefer this road to highways, because it winds through the hilly forested areas around where we live and is semi-rural, similar to where we live.
When we first moved to this area, there was a woman who used to sell eggs on the honor system. Outside her back door she had plugged in a refrigerator in which she kept dozens of eggs. Next to the fridge was a small cash box with a puka ontop. There was also a small sign with the egg price written on it. If anyone wanted eggs, all they had to do was drive up the driveway, park the car and check to see if they were one of the lucky ones who was there when eggs were available.
We’d choose how many dozen eggs we wanted and put our money in the cash box. That was it. No ID check. No scanner to make sure we were putting in the right amount. Totally on the honor system. When my sister in law came up to visit from a large California city, she couldn’t believe that someone would actually do business that way.
I was sad when the lady no longer sold eggs. Back then, twenty years ago, I could get the eggs for $2.00/dozen. Now I go out to Boring and get them from another wahine for $3.50/dozen. But they’re organic and from free-range hens, and I like that.
Anyway, Nolemana and I were driving home that evening when suddenly I caught sight of a flash of white up ahead on the left. I immediately slowed down hoping it could be a photo op. And sure enough, it was. I pulled to a stop (no cars were behind me) and managed to snap off a single photo before an impatient driver suddenly came around the curve a quarter mile behind me and started blasting his horn at me. He was obviously not one of us local drivers, who never do that.
Yet another reason why I love living in daboonies…