By Sarah Schrock
It’s a bit unnerving introducing yourself to your friends and neighbors while wearing a new hat. Almost as unnerving as the gigantic ice flow on the Twisp River that threatened to wipe out properties and the park this week. Thankfully, Mother Nature took care of that and our hardworking public works staff could relax this weekend.
Like any debut, I have the jitters, and it’s not from drinking all that Blue Star Coffee at the Gardner Hut this weekend. It’s a fear of writer’s block and of what people will think, but not say, about my writing. I keep affirming, “I am Twisp enough to offer a new voice.” However, I am not sure what this voice will come to tell. I hope it’s a voice that will be fresh and inspiring, humorous yet sincere.
I am, in relative terms, a newcomer to this secluded town tucked in the mountains. It suits me well. I love the rugged rawness of the land, the quirky mix of characters, and the limited choices. I don’t make decisions easily, so life in a small town takes away the scrutiny of decision-making: where to shop, where to eat, or which school to send my kids to.
I admit these limitations can sometimes be an inconvenience for a girl who grew up with a 24-hour supermarket two blocks away. Recently, I needed to buy underwear and get an HDMI cable for a computer gadget, but had to go outside the valley for both.
I love being able to walk to the library and pool with my kids. Did I mention the pool? Did you know the pool needs some major TLC before it can open this season? Yes, our beloved pool needs a major fix — but that’s a topic for a future column. I digress … I love that Clint sometimes drops off our car at our house after an oil change, and then scales the bluff back down to his shop. When my kids go running off in Hank’s Harvest Foods, I don’t have to worry about stranger danger — Jimmy will tell me where they are.
After eight years, I have come to see beyond the landscape and the picture-perfect brochure. I have found a place where, when there’s an event to attend but my 3-year-old is feverish, I can go out stag and leave him home with his dad, because there’s no such thing as being alone at a party here.
So please, if you know where to buy underwear or HDMI cables, let me know. In fact, let me know what’s happening so I can share it, and I don’t mean on Facebook or Twitter! Reach me at firstname.lastname@example.org.
Sarah Schrock lives in Twisp with her two young boys and husband. She is a landscape designer, member of the Loup Loup Ski Patrol, and board member of Friends of the Pool.