I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again (with tongue in cheek): For if we do not consume, then The Terrorists™ have won. For better or for whatever, ours is a transaction-based society, and while suckers walk, money talks (but it can’t touch my three lock box? Thanks, Sammy Hagar), and firearm ownership opens up an entire wing of The Palace of Spending in which you can consume like a consumptive. Or something. Here’s some of what I’ve been indulging retail-wise of late.
Nature Is Healing
What’s with the photo of Snosqualmie Falls? We finally got around to skipping town for a weekend and made our way through “Twin Peaks Country” in the bit of Washington a long stone’s throw east of Seattle. While we weren’t able to treat ourselves to that damn fine cup of coffee and a slice of cherry pie at Twede’s Cafe, we did visit said diner and other filming spots of that David Lynch franchise. We drove around a lot, ate like royal tourists, and got to chill out in a fully decked out yurt.
I also was carrying the Sig P365 all weekend, nice and comfy in the Crossbreed IWB holster that I’d posted about a while back. And like Ice Cube for whom a day without using his AK is a good day, we had a good weekend. Oh, and hooray for Washington state’s non-resident concealed pistol licensing program.
That Smell of Rain
The Ammunition Drought of 2020™ isn’t quite over, but the first drops of rain are starting to fall upon the parched land. In the early scramble to schedule Fauci Ouchies™, I made my appointments at a pharmacy that was about an hour’s drive away. The upside of having to slog through traffic was having Oregon Rifleworks as a waypoint along the way. It was a pleasant enough surprise to see a shelf full of .223 Rem cartridges, but I felt like I’d won a dollar scratch-off to see the lone, remaining box of 5.56 NATO in amongst the Remingtons.
20 rounds may be just 20 rounds, but it’s more than no rounds. And there’s that ticklish joy of buying that last box in the store, too.
Support Your Local Gun Shop
Fast forward a month or so (or whatever - time truly is a flat circle these days), and we’re driving towards the Great Northern Hotel when we pass by an antique mall and a gun shop. We split up to do our individual bits of shopping, and next to the counter of Fall City Firearms I spy with my eye a bunch of 5.56 (oh my). Yeah, it hurts to do the cents-per-round calculation on this buy, as it is nowhere what prices used to be BC (Before COVID), but isn’t it a tourist’s duty to support the local economy?
Fast forward another month and I’m making my first post-mask-mandate (and social distancing, too) visit to Northwest Armory, and it felt really weird to be able to leisurely browse again.
That hyped rare bird, .300 Blackout, is in stock again, so I had to get a box to augment the inventory. While this caliber is the newest mouth to feed, I haven’t been shooting it enough to truly stock up, instead focusing on 9mm, 22LR, and a bit of 5.56/.223. Still, there’s that petrichor which hints at the end of the drought, although prices may have forever moved northwards.
…to be continued, for consumption consumes (kinda like how noise annoys?).