Who’s with me? You have mom guilt because your teenage daughter has been sitting on the couch with her iPad for the last four hours and your son’s wrist hurts so bad from gaming that he needs an ice pack.
This calls for action! I found a magazine article I had ripped out. It had the picture of giant cowboy boots and a giant cowboy hat.
The Hat ’n’ Boots was used as a gimmick of an old gas station that was once on the main highway between Tacoma and Seattle. The cowboy boots even housed bathrooms at one point in time. Since I-5 was built, the gas station was no longer on the main road and the Hat ’n’ Boots were nothing more than a distant memory.
In 2003, some very exciting folks decided to refurbish the Hat ‘n’ Boots and relocate the icons to a nearby playground.
What fun, right?! I’m thinking Paul Bunyan and Babe, the blue Ox from the Redwoods fun!
In an effort to get the kids out of the house for some frugal fun, we went on the hunt for the Hat ’n’ Boots. The kids were less than thrilled.
The park was quaint and in an area where, let’s just say, lots of free spirits roam. There was a small playground for toddlers and a community garden which I would love to see during the growing season. Dreadlocks were easy to find and the surrounding streets are covered in houses with many lively colors. Now, I am a bit of a hippie and could fully embrace this area. I may even want to try the dreadlocks thing if I hung out long enough.
And there, in the middle of it all, was the Hat ‘n’ Boots in all their refurbished glory!
I walked around and found the doors to what once were restrooms. I climbed up on the girly cowboy boot hoping to motivate someone else to do the same.
The teens, however, couldn’t get in the car fast enough.
Wait! We WILL take pictures with the Hat ’n’ Boots so I can have future proof of actually attempting to do something with you teenagers.
Put those puppies at a souvenir shack on Highway 101 and make those boots talk maybe then, just maybe, the teens would get a kick out of it!
On the drive home, I felt the incredulous attitudes oozing out of every bone in my teenagers’ bodies and I had to laugh at myself for being so insistent to go see the Hat ‘n’ Boots. Hey, my curiosity has been satisfied and I smugly know, on this day, I have just a little bit less mom guilt. Just a little bit.