"Quiet waters"? Seems like if you're going to pull a bullshit Native American translation out of your ass, you'd go with something unique to the area, like, "dry Earth", or "we wanted to be like Carmel, but people in RVs just don't buy that much art, so.... when is that IHOP opening?"
This kind of discussion always gets back to something I heard a long time ago:
"We met at a Bothell. He started us out with a bottle of Tumwater, and then likkered me up with some 12-year, single malt Chehalis he also brought along. I didn't know he'd slipped a Mukilteo in my drink, because I passed out quick. Next thing I knew when I came to, he had Chuckanut and stuck his Muckleshoot in my Tulalip in an act of Humptulips until he managed to get his Sequim to release. This sucked, because two days later, I learnt he gave me a wicked case of the Cle Ellum that burnt like Fife. And adding insult to injury, nine months later I gave birth to twins named Yelm and Elma."
"We met at a Bothell. He started us out with a bottle of Tumwater, and then likkered me up with some 12-year, single malt Chehalis he also brought along. I didn't know he'd slipped a Mukilteo in my drink, because I passed out quick. Next thing I knew when I came to, he had Chuckanut and stuck his Muckleshoot in my Tulalip in an act of Humptulips until he managed to get his Sequim to release. This sucked, because two days later, I learnt he gave me a wicked case of the Cle Ellum that burnt like Fife. And adding insult to injury, nine months later I gave birth to twins named Yelm and Elma."