The Ride to Windmill Town
Good day, dear lurkers. I’m taking a break from all the ranting in favor of story time. Everyone likes story time, right?
I went to Lynden for the first time the other day. You know, the town wayyyy out in the county with farms, quaint shops and such… and lots of windmills. I was going there for a job interview (which didn’t turn out, sadly), and I was pretty excited about trying some out-in-the-county bus lines. Yes, I realize I’m kind of a nerd — moving on. I was actually able to get to the middle of Lynden within about an hour of leaving the Haggen on Bill McDonald and Samish! I had to catch three buses in pretty rapid succession (the 107, 232 and 26), but all that took was good timing and a little bit of assertiveness. Just sit close to the front of the bus and talk to the driver if you’re concerned about arriving in time to catch the next bus. I didn’t catch his name, but the driver for Bus 232 was awesome and totally helpful. I love that about Bellingham — we have the coolest bus drivers, and they don’t try to make you feel like an idiot when you need help.
Anyway, I had never been on the 26 to Lynden, but it’s quite a pretty drive. The best part is going over Wiser Lake; it’s gorgeous, and the bridge over it is nearly at water-level. When we got into town, I noticed two main things. First of all, as I mentioned before, there are windmill motifs everywhere. It’s like a town theme, and some of the large-scale windmills are rather impressive, really. I also noticed something odd about the street signs — some of the street names repeat on separate streets. I think we passed at least four Pine streets, and there were even a couple Pine and Pine intersections. I imagine that being a mail carrier in Lynden is a challenging career…
