Last Friday, we got lost.
Hubby wanted to go for a drive, but he didn’t expect gravel roads, dead-end signs, and a three-hour tour.
I was in the car with him, but I have no idea where we went. All I know is he kept trying to go south, but the few signs we saw pointed every direction but home.
Still, we had wanted to go for a drive, so we took road after road and ended up one county over. That’s when we found something unexpected.
Brooklyn.
This Brooklyn is in Gray’s Harbor, Washington, not New York, and it’s a heck of a lot smaller. We had no idea that there was a Brooklyn in Washington. Our Brooklyn was hardly a town since it only had one building, a bar.
Once I had cell service again, I looked up Brooklyn, Washington, and found a great article in a newspaper from, of all places, Brooklyn, New York.
Apparently, the Brooklyn Bar is famous (or at least it was in 2010 when the article was written), and people drive from all over to hang out with the owner and enjoy a beer. Since you have to drive at least 20 miles and some of it on one lane gravel, it must be a really good bar.
If you want some entertainment, check out the article in the Brooklyn Paper. I imagine the people in Brooklyn, New York, were amazed that anyone would drive twenty miles for a beer.
Even though our drive took three hours longer than we expected, it was worth it. I may never go to Brooklyn, Washington again (I have no idea how we got there), but I’m glad to know it exists.
I had to laugh. My late brother-in-law was born there back in the day. His dad was the engineer on a steam locomotive they used to haul logs out. We used to drive through there with them every few years for nostalgia’s sake. Almost as exciting as where my wife was born. Sekiu, Washington.