Furrydoc and I spent several hours at a big farmers’ market today. Amid the goat cheeses, fresh fruits, native plants, cannabis therapy creams, craftworks, and artisanal breads, there was also this:
The Tsunami Pod, also known as the RescuePod. This puppy comes with two “racing seats,” a personal locator beacon, MREs and water for three days, waste bags, a hose for bailing out any seawater that might get in, and metal loops to enable a helicopter or ship to hoist it out of the ocean or whatever pile of debris it ends up in. Additional upgrades are available for pets, communications, comfort, rations, and more.
The pod doesn’t appear to come with barf bags, which I suspect would be badly needed.
Furrydoc and I agreed we’d probably rather die than be tossed about for days in this device. But at least a few others disagree. The vendor has sold 13 of them so far and the pods were drawing more interest than most other displays at the event.
For a mere $6,900 or $1,500 down and $200 a month on approved credit, you, too, can be tossed about like a grape in a punchbowl — but, in fairness, also have an interesting chance of riding out a tsunami if you manage to get into it, strap yourself in, and dog down the top quickly enough.
Videos available via the site do show the thing as being amazingly stable and buoyant in water (though quite a rough ride). And in truth, no matter how bad a long ride in that pod might be, there are places along the Oregon and Washington coast so flat and wide that there’s almost no chance of escaping a tsunami. This might be all you’ve got, other than clinging to a piece of floating debris and hoping not to get crushed by some bigger piece of debris.
Furrydoc and I, however, stuck with buying organic berries, artisanal balsamic vinegars, and fresh-baked sourdough bread that was almost — almost — San Francisco quality.
Tsunamis may be the worst hazard of living in this area. But I tell you, fabulous fresh food is among the blessings that make up for all the ordinary and extraordinary miseries of life in the NorthWET.
After the market, we stopped at a Walmart where (strangely enough) they were handing out samples of what, by Walton standards, constitutes fresh fruit. I took one little cup with an orange slice in it and another than contained two blueberries, a blackberry, and half a strawberry. The items were all tasteless, unless eye-watering sourness counts as taste. I could cry when I think of the difference between that and real fresh fruit.
But no crying tonight. I’m enjoying a dinner of real blueberries and strawberries from the farmers’ market, plus sourdough bread pieces alternately slathered in grass-fed butter or dipped in barrel-aged vinegar as thick and delicious as maple syrup.
Seconds after I blogged, Furrydoc shared a photo of her dinner for tonight, made up almost entirely of ingredients bought at the market today, right down to the homemade balsamic dressing. Now, that’s pretty.