Olympia, WA
Chapter 1: Olympia, WA, April 12
“We must be going at once, I’m afraid. Even now it will be dark before we can reach the Ferry.”
“I’ll drive you all to the Ferry” said HairOfTheDog. “That will save you a good step, and it might also save you trouble of another sort.”

“Who lives in this land?” Frodo asked. “‘And who built these towers? Is this troll-country?”
“‘No!” said HairOfTheDog. “‘Trolls do not build… This is Olympia. Men dwell here…”
“Olympia has long endured; and for a while its splendour grew. High towers that people built, and strong places…”

As they went, they ran into some friends, Scott from the Left Coast and his wife.
“This is indeed a strange chance! As there is a rally today to support our troops who are at war, join us!”


Long the rally went, but at length a silence fell, and he heard the music of a waterfall running sweetly in the shadows. Almost Frodo fancied that he could hear a voice singing, mingled with the sound of the water.

“Look over there!” Said HairOfTheDog “The best beer in South Puget Sound, or used to be: it is a long time since I tasted it.”

“That settles it!” said Frodo. “Rallies make delays, but breweries make longer ones. At all costs we must keep you away from the Tumwater Brewery.”
And he stood guard on the bridge to make sure we did not go that way.

Very well then Frodo… I shall drop you back at the landing.

There they found the havens of many ships. Would they go this way? Frodo wondered?

“Watch your step” said HairOfTheDog.

