The day started off well enough, but later fell into a waiting game for my train trip back, but I'll address that later. Centrailia, I came to discover, was always sort of a small town and offered many great shops of weird and old things for people to look at. I also learned it had a shady history of brothels, and one store referenced the past, being called 'The Shady Lady'. Inside they had posted articles of several town happenings in relating to the local ladies, including several that happened to get trapped on a train.
Today's Centraila is still small, and people like to speed very aggressively through it's main street. Most antique shoppers stop-and-go (quickly) through, yet because of my departure time back I had more than enough time to kill. I'm not entirely certain, but I think I witnessed a local woman trying to keep up Centrailia's 'hospitible' reputation--based on the fact that she was trying to introduce herself to male strangers pretty frequently.
The most interesting part of my day trip was finding out that someone had been struck by a train north of Seattle and my ride was then delayed by three hours--I got to have ANOTHER THREE HOURS in Centrailia. A couple shop keepers were surprised to see me peruse their stores again. And alas, I left the town empty handed of any collectible treasure, but I did get a nice filled stomach full of fried food.
I would see myself going back to Centrailia again if I was passing through, or had a layover from the train. It had great potential for some neat finds and perhaps then I'll be tempted enough to purchase something. But for now, the memory of my day trip of caving through darkly lit rooms of books, old furniture, and assorted bric-a-brac will serve me until then.
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| Kinda clean, mostly desolate |
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| A big antique mall that's mostly under rennovation |
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| They have fro yo, yo! |
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| An example of Victorian yoga? |
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| A larger than life lady of Centrailia |
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