I’m heading down to Packwood this weekend to hopefully capitalize on our snow-barren mountains. Just yesterday I googled “Packwood WA” for sherry who had never experienced the wonder before that is…Packwood. I’ve never googled Packwood before and shockingly I haven’t missed much for never having done so. Though the town has yet to really make its mark on the information age, packwood.com and destination packwood attempt to represent. But there are a few things left these sites don’t seem to cover: a few hikes to be had, a great taco night at the blue spruce, and legends of a wild street-walking pig and a plumber named the DUDE. Perhaps I’ll get to more of that later, but for now have a good weekend and wish me luck.