Every bar needs a story.
Kim asserted this truism as a matter of fact as she poured the six of us a grog. The rains had finally taken a break, and the recent floodwaters had subsided. Mixed with the sounds of Delstroyers surf and the Kentiki Jungle Box bird calls, I could hear the lapping of the waves against the boathouse walls and feel a gentle rocking as the hideaway floated on the lake. We settled in for story time.
Once upon a time, there were three headhunters that lived in a boathouse on Summit Lake near Olympia, Washington. There was Papua headhunter, Mama Vic headhunter, and Baby Doe headhunter.
Read the rest of the story in Polynesiacs: Tiki at Home, page 230.
Headhunter’s Hideaway, Olympia, Washington
