Humboldt County Bookmark

Mondays are the best day to take off from work. After a busy and exhausting working weekend out of town I decided that I needed yesterday to recuperate and decompress. The laundry needed to be washed, the house needed to be cleaned, bills needed to be paid, the garden needed to be weeded. So I dove in to what was really important first. I packed a bag with sunscreen, a towel and a sandwich and took myself to Willa Crick for the day (aka Willow Creek in some circles.)

It was a lovely day; warm, sunny with clouds that would pass over and block the sun for a bit just as I was getting so hot I thought I might have to jump in the river. After falling asleep on Kimtu Beach for a few hours I woke up covered in a sticky layer of sand with dark clouds rolling in from the hills. I looked around me and the beach was deserted. Time to head to my other favorite place in the Crick – Bigfoot Books.

Bigfoot Books is wonderful, not only for the huge collection of all books Yeti-Sasquatch-Bigfoot related displayed in the front window. The store is in an old house, so you get to wander through maze-like rooms to see them all. The books, while well categorized, are stacked on bookcases and the floor all the way to the ceiling. The majority of them are dusty.

More often than not while you wander through the stacks, you are treated to overhearing phone conversations by the owner who I believe is named Steve. He’ll either be talking about the latest Bigfoot sighting he’s heard about, the latest hoax, a retelling of stories he’s heard from locals and tourists alike or just his general philosophy about Bigfoot Love. This, of course, is my favorite part.

Yesterday I was searching for an old dictionary to make jewelry out of and a Caribbean cookbook. I found both. I took them up to the counter. The cookbook was five dollars, but since the dictionary wasn’t priced, Steve started flipping through it to determine if it would be three dollars or four. As he ran his fingers across the edges of the pages, the dictionary suddenly opened up to reveal a large pressed marijuana leaf. He looked up at me with a mixture of amusement and trepidation.

“You’d be surprised at how many of these I find.”

I laughed. “No, I really wouldn’t. I was born here.”

He smiled and closed the book.

“That’ll be nine dollars. I won’t even charge you extra for the Humboldt County bookmark.”

Later at home I opened it up again and noticed that the bookmark had been very appropriately placed – on the same page with the entry for ‘potato chip.’

10 responses to “Humboldt County Bookmark

  1. Great story! Perhaps the health conscious hippy responsible for that leaf felt compelled to look for deeper meaning in the cultural phenomena known as "potato chip" before deciding whether to gorge on a bag of Lays.

  2. Such a good story, Kristabel! My favorite line, "Looking for a dictionary to make jewelry out of," and from Heraldo's comment, "the cultural phenomenon known as 'potato chip.'" I'm feeling lucky to "know" such cool and witty people as you two. Life is good.:)

  3. The pot leaves that I leave in dictionaries are left on either the pages with spanking bench or flogger on them.

  4. You're so sweet Indie. We're lucky to know you too.

    And mresquan, somehow I have a hard time imagining that smoking pot, spanking and flogging could all go together. Unless you want a really lethargic philosophical flog I guess.

  5. u could make teh whole page with the leaf collaged onto it into some kinda bling or a big earring..

  6. We all just need to have a regular reoccurring post called only in Humboldt. People from Kansas would never believe the stories though.

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