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Thursday September 14, 2006
DAY ONE
We're Off!
(In more ways than one...)
It was what Rich wanted for his 69th birthday--a trip to test his staying power and driving skills after his two years of heart attacks and procedures. For quite a while he didn't want to go anywhere, do anything that would take him away from the doctors, but in the past six months, he has been working on strengthening himself both physically and mentally, and now he was 'ready'. Me? I have ALWAYS trusted him and I was more than happy to put my 69 years in his hands.
We spent a couple of days planning on what to bring with us, packing & shopping for 'goodies', and carefully filling our couple of bags with both warm and cold weather clothing. It was still 'summer' in Las Vegas, though not those killing triple digits, but we'd be going uphill to about 6000 feet and we knew that would be 'chilly' to say the least. Rich checked the car vitals and filled the tank---at $2.799 a gallon--the going price here then.
Finally, about 7:00 on the morning of October 7, 2005 (for the record) we stowed the gear and headed out. Of course, our first stop was about a mile away at Einsteins for a Bagle & Schmear, and decaf. Yes, I know--our lives have a lot to do with eating, and you'll hear more of it later on! However, Einsteins has the ultimate in Bagle service, both quality and pricewise. We didn't want to pass that up for who knows what on the lonely highways we would be taking. In case your're interested, I chose the Everything Bagle and Rich had the Pumpernickle--both extra toasted. Yummy!
Breakfast over, we threaded our way through early morning traffic near the strip, and finally turned off on to US 93, heading north. Our ultimate destination for the day was Ely, NV, where I had made reservations for the night at the historic Hotel Nevada. We'd stayed at Best Western and Motel 6 in Ely many times, but I'd always had my eye on the rustic old hotel, and I thought this was as good a time as any to have that adventure.
After you turn off the divided highway outside of Vegas, you find yourself on a two lane road--of excellent quality and very easy driving because it is a lonely road, not traveled much. After a hundred miles or so, you come to the town of Alamo. Alamo sits at the top of a hill and it is the first 'pit stop' for taking on gas and getting rid of the gas caused by the bagels. Seemingly in the middle of nowhere, you find a place that offers clean facilities, a deli, a small eating place, a pizza/fried chicken facility, a grocery/sundry store for the locals (wherever they are hiding) and the usual 7-11 type drinks and snacks. Rich decided to gas up a bit there---the price was $2.69. Wheeee, I thought, gas is going to be cheaper up north! Dum de dumm dummy.
A bit up the road, after leaving Alamo, we took the turn-off to The Extra Terrestrial Highway heading out to Rachel, NV--our first
stop on the trek of the sixty-niners. Have you heard about Rachel? Does the fact that it is on The Extra Terrestrial Highway mean anything to you? Be prepared.
After another 60 miles or so, through beautiful winding hills that rose to 3000 feet, enclosed by six to seven thousand foot mountains, dipping around and down into valleys and back up again (this was our first time through this area--breathtakingly beautiful!) we leveled off on a bit of a plateau and ahead of us we could see in the near distance, framed against the blue sky,
 Rich reached over and grabbed my knee and said, "Prepare for landing, tighten seatbelt, secure all 'stuff'." We were excited!
When we finally pulled off the road onto a rough gravel 'parking' area, we just had to stop and take some pictures of this:
Notice the feeling of emptiness, the mountains interspersed with flat 'landing areas' in the background. No wonder they get so many "visiters", hmmmmm?
We decided to forego our lunch goodies in the cooler and stop in there for lunch. They advertise their Aleinn Burger all over the state--and as long as they cooked the alien well, so we wouldn't get any strange diseases, we were game. (Well, not REAL game, I hoped. Didn't want the next delicacy to be 69er hot dogs.)
We walked up a ramp and through the door of The Little Aleinn, and believe it or not it had customers. I think they were humans but those aliens are tricky, you know?
As usual, Rich & I made straight for the restrooms---yes, they had them, aliens must have bodily plumbing, too. See how much you learn on an adventure!
When we came out and took a seat at one of the 6 tables (the bar sat 8) a friendly middleaged lady wearing an apron over her jeans and t-shirt came around and slapped down a bill of fare in front of us. Sure enough, the Aleinn Burger was front and center, but I was feeling 'soupish' and asked what the soup was. "Beef vegetable," was the answer. Sounded good to me, so I got that and a hot dog. Rich opted for the burger.
While the waitress took the order back to another middleaged gal in the kitchen (which you could see through the large doorway), the guys at the bar finished their lunch and left. Rich & I had been looking around the place, and he thought it was a good opportunity to take some pictures, which he did. The following is the bar--notice all the pictures, etc. There is even a place where all the foreign money of the worlds that have been used to pay there are framed. I didn't have time to look for Mars Money.
You know how at times something is right in front of your eyes, but you don't register it? I was sitting, looking around the room, and noticing more (mostly senior) couples who dropped in to look around the gift shop and have lunch, when I looked right to the left of my chair. I almost jumped a foot, and Rich roared with laughter when I saw this!:
I just had composed myself when 'lunch' arrived. What can I say? Aliens on deserted highways don't cook any better than any other tourist trap. Rich's 'burger' had been pre-cooked and came on an untoasted, imitation of 1/2 a hoagy bun--which was cold, just the burger, no lettuce etc. There was a catsup & mustard squeeze bottle on the table, though. $4.50 with a pack of chips. His 'decaf' was a cup of hot water and a pkg of sanka. I guess all the travelers out that thar way drink the reeeeaaaal thing.
My soup was.....interesting. I think it was made the day before, or week before. It was beef broth, the vegetable was a couple of pieces of carrots, a lump of potato and some strands of chopped cabbage. They must have beat the cow through the broth with a whip, because it left a couple of whispy strands of its hide in the 'broth'.
My 'hot' dog, was not. There is NOTHING that irritates me more than when a place lists, 'hot' dog, 'hot' beef/turkey, 'hot' soup and it isn't HOT! Sigh. Well, my diet pepsi turned out just right. I always order it with lots of ice and lemon. They didn't have lemon, but she brought a can of diet and a glass full of ice---mix your own, get it right, eh?
So, we ate, chatted with the folks, looked over the 2nd hand books they gathered to sell to seniors for $.25-.50 (all dust covered) and hit the restrooms one more time before we left. It was worth the botched lunch---the adventure and finally seeing Little Aleinn, the only time in our 28 years in NV! I don't regret a minute of it.
I notice that the pictures are making this a long loading time, so I'm going to split it up into more segments.
Life is a ball.....
Dance or be a wallflower!
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DAY ONE
A Night In Ely, NV
Out on the road again after leaving Rachel, NV, we drove until we met and took the Route 6 N interchange to Ely, NV. The ride was pleasant and beautiful. Soon we were looking at the familiar outskirts of Ely and drove on into town, then into downtown and checked in at the Hotel Nevada--our lodgings for the night. On the way in, we noticed different gas prices listed. We found that $3.04 was the cheapest in town, and made a note to gas up there on our way out to Cave Lake.
We checked into the hotel about 4 p.m., so there was still enough daylight for us to take a run out to Cave Lake--our usual fishing spot in Ely, though we didn't take gear this time. We had traveling and sightseeing on our minds (well, Rich's mind-- I'M ALWAYS partial to fishing...but it was his birthday trip.)
The drive down through the mountains to the lake was fabulous, as always. As we turned into the recreation area proper, the lake was reflecting back the blue sky and the wavelets in the wind sparkled like diamonds. But as soon as we got out of the car, we found out that the wind was c~o~l~d. Cave Lake was going into hibernation. There was no one fishing, no campers in the campsites, in fact, we were the only car in the area. I guess it will be busy again as soon as the lake freezes over. It is a big ice-fishing spot.
We got back into the car and drove down to where we could pull off and watch the waterfall from the lake runoff, and we had something to drink and some fruit. Lunch hadn't been too 'friendly' to Rich's blood sugar, I guess and he needed a pickmeup.
The sun was starting to sink, so we drove back to Ely, freshened up and about six o'clock we walked across the street to The Jail House Restaurant--a place we usually eat when in Ely, there and the Chinese place which is excellent. We opted for fish and chips English style--which like the King's English is prone to be disappointing at times. This was. I think the fryer oil was one day past dump time. But the clam chowder was good, and the chips weren't bad--it was just that the fish was more batter than fish. $9.95 a dinner. I guess I'm spoiled by The Hush Puppy here in town. THAT is an adventure all its own, when it comes to eating fish!
We wandered back to the hotel and fiddled around with the slots for an hour or so, then headed up to our "celebrity suite" (Hank Thompson's room on a visit there). I sure as heck hope Hank was a tiny guy! Here is what greeted us on the front of our room door.
The room right next to us in the alcove was The Ingrid Bergman Room. Now I can't for the life of me imagine what Ingrid Bergman would have been doing in Ely, NV--let alone staying at the Hotel Nevada! However, in that day, she may have been making a movie or something nearby and that was the best the north had to offer.
This is to give you an idea how 'small' everything was. Rich and
I laugh and told the family that it was the only bathroom we'd ever 'visited' where you could go potty and brush your teeth at the same time. I call this picture "tiny toidy".
It gets better! Rich went in to take a shower first at bedtime, and when he came out he said, "Don't you EVEN take a chance showering here--you'll have a heart attack!" Well I said, "Pshaw". And then I went into the bathroom to find these:
The 'room' had a queen size bed, that chair you see in the picture, and a view of the Jail House Casino Restaurant across the main street. At least the temperature was room controlled. The dresser was HUGE. It sat right against the wall in front of the bed. To get to the window, or other side of the bed, there was a space about twelve inches to squeeze through. I'd never make it full frontal, and I had to suck in my breath as I edged through sideways to set the air conditioner! We decided that no-butt Rich would sleep on that side. We both get up during the night, and I already had one bruise from not sucking in deep enough!
We finally settled into bed, it tilted a bit toward the middle, but that made it more friendly. We closed the light and drifted off about midnight.
Rattle Rattle at my door.
It's 6 a.m. Rich sits up as I'm looking bewilderdly around and says, "What the.....?" I replied that it was too damn early for the cleaning lady.
I'd put the safety latch as well as the security bolt on the night before, but sure enough, the door was being jerked hard against the bolt, someone was trying to get in. I jumped over to the door and looked through the space, then said "What the hell do you want? This room is occupied."
A little old lady with white hair (and it wasn't me) had a key in the door and was saying it was her room. "Not until checkout at 11 a.m." I said in my strongest chinny chin manner. "How did you get a key?"
"Well, they gave it to me downstairs."
"Better go down and check. This room is paid for and slept in."
"I'm sorry," she said.
"So am I."
And she walked away.
Now I sat and thought about it for about 10 minutes and then I called the desk. Some yo-yo with crapola for guest courtesy whined "Yeah, yeah, I know. She was down here complaining. Someone gave her the wrong key, but it wasn't me and there's nothing I can do."
"Well, I said, "Has it occurred to you how dangerous a 'mistake' like that can be? What if it was someone inclined to do damage? What if it happened when we weren't IN our room, but our things were here? There would have been no safety bolt to stop entry."
"Lady, it just happened...nothing I can do, and it wasn't my mistake."
Well, I let it go. We dressed and went down to check-out and have breakfast. I did the check-out while Rich got us a table for breakfast. So I got to see Mr. (Not My Problem) face to face. Same conversation, same result. I was going to write the company when I got home, but it just seemed like a waste of time. Next time (if there IS one) I'll wear my two-guns.
The good thing? I called ahead for the reservation and was quoted $50--it was a Friday night. I put a credit card hold on the room. When Rich checked in and got his receipt, it was $39.95. Not bad for an adventure in the old north west.
Life is a ball.....
Dance or be a wallflower!
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DAY TWO
INTO THE COLD
As we ate our breakfast at the Hotel Nevada in Ely, (oatmeal and English Muffin for Rich, French toast for me) early on the morning of October 8, 2005, we discussed what our day's journey would be. I'd already made 'held' reservations at the Days Inn in Elko, NV. We knew that it was pretty much a straight shot and that we should be there quite early.
Breakfast finished, we went out to the already loaded car. The air hadn't warmed up much since we'd carried our things out earlier, and it was pretty brisk with a bit of wind. We were glad that we had dressed in layers of medium weight sweat clothes and over jackets for when we were out of the car. We knew, though, that come noonish the jackets would not really be needed, at least on that day. The car was already gassed up on the trip back from Cave Lake the night before, so we drove right through the main drag of Ely and headed out toward Highway 93 NW, which would eventually bring us into Elko.
Ten miles or so from Ely we entered the town of McGill, the site of the haunted house featured in THE CLARK COUNTY HORROR story that can be read on this site or on its website. It was already about eight a.m., but not even a dog could be found sniffing around its favorite tree or bush. The old man with the rifle wasn't on his porch...he'd either done the deed or was hiding behind the drapes in one of the ramshackle hovels along the main road. We didn't stop to explore, because our son, Phil, had told us it was "A Bad Place".
Driving safely out of McGill, we switched on the XM radio in the car and listened to varied music programs as we drove on another 65 miles or so, with nary a gas station, store or rest stop of any kind. In another ten miles, Rich turned into a shanty of a roadside restaurant, gas, 'motel' area. Just ahead was the 93 turnoff to Elko, and if we thought the past 70 miles were Godforsaken, the remainder would put it to shame! So, two people who take pressure pills in the morning don't go very far without needing 'facilities' and it looked like this was it!
As we walked closer to the place, we could see that the little huts that represented the 'motel' were all boarded up. I wonder why? We stepped through the door of the shop, and there were some sundries around the walls, a cold drink dispenser, and a small 4 seat bar with a grill for sandwiches, etc. I had already told Rich, "We can't just use the restroom, so buy some chips" (any excuse!). There was one man sitting at the bar, and a woman who wouldn't see fifty anymore was tending the store.
As I headed toward the ladies room (they actually had separate restrooms!) I smiled at her and said, "It's sure a long distance between restrooms out here!"
"Blame that on the idiot men who built this damn road," she replied.
"Uh oh" I thought.
When I came out, she was capping a large coffee (real stuff) for Rich--who will use any excuse to fall off the decaf wagon--and handing him a medium bag of Lays. He paid cash--you didn't REALLY think they accepted credit cards, did you? As we were leaving, two more cars pulled in, all with silver headed occupants. They should have called the place the Sr. Citizen Pit Stop!
Out of the parking lot we rode a few feet down the road and took the 93 turnoff to Elko. Our road time was peaceful and devoted to listening to music and discussing our lives over our 69 years. Do you ever wonder where all those years went, until you talk them over again?
We pulled into Elko about 1:00 p.m. Luckily our room was ready for occupancy and we got right in. We were a bit tired, so we put away our clothes for the two day stay, and I took the shower I didn't dare take in Ely. This one was 'wonderful' It had the variety of streams shower head, and the pulsating beat of hot water on my neck and shoulders was heavenly.
Refreshed, I took out the plastic table cloth we'd brought in case we picniced along the way, and laid it out on one of the double beds. Next I unpacked the sandwich meat and cheeses we'd boxed in plastic and put into the insulated cooler along with frozen bottles of water. Everything was icy cold! In another insulated bag we'd brought mustard, pickles, crackers, instant decaf, sweetner, ceramic mugs, paper plates, silverware and napkins. We'd brought some buns and bread enclosed in another plastic box. There was also a box with some grapes, oranges and a couple of bananas.
We actually were fixed pretty good for breakfast and lunches for the next couple of days. There was a microwave in the room, and we could make coffee and heat things until the cows came home. Our room rate of $114 for two days, two people, first floor, no smoking, 2 double beds - included continental breakfasts. And we had plenty of 'fixings' for the 2 days lunches.
Once we finished lunch and cleared off, Rich thought he'd take a bit of a walk. I was bushed and said, "Seeya," then crawled under the covers and nestled into a very comfortable bed. Well, I don't think I turned over to 'find my spot' once before Rich was back. "It's colder out there than it looks," he said.
I don't think you get people with any thinner blood than those who have lived in Las Vegas for 28 years. It's a fact of life! Soon he had crawled into the other bed, popped on his CPAP, and was out like a light. We both slept until 5 p.m.!
When we awoke, we knew we should get some dinner. Rich is on a diabetes medication regime, that makes it necessary to eat three times a day. We checked out the 'yellow pages' and decided that a medium pizza and salad would do it for that night, so we went to The Pizza Barn, which described itself as 'best in town'. Well, the alternatives were Pizza Hut and Dominos---now tell me what kind of an adventure is THAT?
Barn was a good description. Though I couldn't find any horses, the place was packed with people having kids' parties, and dates, and older folks enjoying their pizza. It was very good, but we shied away from the salad. They had a salad bar and it looked a bit 'iffy' to me, so we just got the large pizza instead of the medium. We slowly ate our way through our pizza and people watched, which is always fun.
After we ate, we took a ride up to the other end of town and back, and we noticed that there was a nice park right across the street from our motel. Elko is a pretty western town, with several casino hotels, and some restaurants and whatever businessess glued it all together.
We were back in the room about 9:30 and after laying out the clothes we would wear on our mountain adventure on day three, we watched some TV, and I of course, had to read for a while. Soon though we were off to a very wonderful night's rest.
Life is a ball.....
Dance or be a wallflower!
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DAY THREE
A RIDE IN THE CLOUDS
We awoke about 7:00 a.m. on Sunday, October 9, 2005. When I peeked out of the curtains and saw frost on our car windshield I knew it was a 'cool' day. I flipped on the TV and it was 42 degrees in Elko at that time, and it had been 'warming' up. Uh huh.
We dressed in layers again. This time with heavy pants, hooded heavy polos and of course we had the overjackets. I added a light weight top under my polo and talked Rich into doing the same. Cold, cold is not great for faulty tickers.
Rich went down to the office and picked up continental breakfasts for two, while I made up some microwave decaf. He came back with orange and apple juice, 3 kinds of sweet rolls, two bananas and coffee. I brought out some pepperone to offset the 'sweet' and we had an ample breakfast.
We ate, cleared up and took another pit stop then set out to the car. The outside temperature in front of the hotel was now 47 and rising, but it still took a bit for the windshield to defrost. We gassed up at $3.24 and were now ready for our ride in the clouds.
Heading toward the high country of The Ruby Mountains, the temperature started to dip a bit, the further we climbed. Soon I was getting a crackling in my ears and the temperature was back down to 42 degrees. Rich was mumbling a bit that he was disappointed. He'd come especially to see 'color' and there wasn't an aspen in sight, plenty of evergreen and scrub, though.
We rode on, and the clouds seemed to be coming down to girdle the mountain tops up ahead. Around a couple of bends, up a grade and there it was!
ASPEN VALLEY
We rounded some more bends, ascending as we oohed and aahed at the panorama, and then stopped to take pictures of the valley.
The Malibu was taking a rest before its final climb into the clouds. It was the little car that could!
Now we began the real ascent. The hills rolled like lumpy blankets on a CA King bed, and high peaks, crested with snow, jumped out of the valleys. We stopped and watched an ancient glacier move down a tall mountain--it must have been moving, it was in the now!
Soon the thermometer showing outside temp got down to 32 degrees, and dropped several degrees around every turn up the mountainside. The clickity-click of sleety snow started hitting the windows and then rushed pell mell at the car, as we moved in a miasma of low clouds and sheets of snow, up, up to a mountain top turn around, where the temperature was 21 degrees. We took pictures, huddled in our hooded heavy polos--the first time I'd stood in a snowstorm for many years.
Too soon we were on our way down, watching the panorama from a different viewpoint, and reveling in the wonders of a nature that changes just as we move down or up along our chosen 'now'.
We spent the rest of the morning searching for fishing lakes, streams, and picnic areas in and around the area, after we came down off the peaks. That was a disappointment. Most of the area was very primitive, a lot of off pave road, and we didn't want to take the Malibu on that type of an outing. Rich is of the opinion that we would probably never do Elko again, there are too many other things we want to see to do a repeat, but the views were breathtaking.
We got back to the room about 1 p.m., showered and had our picnic lunch. We wanted to take it across the street to the park, but the wind was blowing up now, and it was much colder than the day before. So we opted to eat in and then drive around in the daylight to check out the town and search out a place for dinner that evening.
We've finally figured out that anywhere in the rugged north NV, if you want to get dinner, you're best off to stop in the town's casino/hotel. We ducked into a couple of the 4 or 5 in Elko, and decided to go back to the Cattleman's for dinner. We did that about 6:30 and it was less than spectacular. Rich had prime rib (cattlemans?) and I had an urge for fried chicken. That's what I get...because I shouldn't be eating it anyway. It was 'coldish', as was everything that came with it, except the salad which should have been but wasn't. Heheheh
I know, I must sound like a restaurant's nightmare customer. I think it stems from running a restaurant myself for years, based on hot must be hot and cold must be cold, and no excuses, if you're going to charge the customer the same price no matter what. There's two elements to that. Usually when I eat out, I opt for something that's a no-no for me ordinarily. Now, if I am going to take in the calories, the food better be damn good. The other is I don't want to be treated any worse than I would treat a customer. I don't usually make a fuss, I just send it back to be 'fixed' and of course you NEVER know what you will get back then!
We went back to our room and watched some more TV and read, and then we had an early light's out. Alllll that fresh air!
Life is a ball.....
Dance or be a wallflower!
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DAY FOUR
THE BIGGEST LITTLE CITY
We slept until about 8:30 on morning four, October 10, 2005. Our original plan for the day was to drive to Winnamuca, stay the night, then go to Bishop and further west to CA to visit some relatives. Before we went to bed, though, we decided instead to go on to Reno, NV to spend the night, and maybe just drive on home the next day. Rich was getting a bit tired, I could tell, and if we did that, we could be home to spend his birthday on the 12th with the family. So I called Reno and made a reservation at Days Inn there.
We didn't bother with the continental breakfast. We just dressed, packed and headed on out. It was only about three hours to Reno, and we figured we'd have 'brunch' when we got there.
On the way though, about 11 a.m., we had to do the pit stop and in the town of Larkton or something like that we stopped at a nice little casino hotel and had lunch. I had chicken noodle soup and a tuna sandwich and Rich had the special, teriyaki chicken. They were both good. We inquired about pie, but were told their pie case was broken & they hadn't carried it for a long time. Sometimes I think my doctor is calling these places ahead of time and warning them about me!
We gassed up $3.35 (a bargain) and headed on in to Reno. Driving in that town is a madhouse! Too many 'places' shoved into too small an area and trying to park ANYWHERE in Casino Row is a lesson in futility. The Days Inn was again very nice, and the room there was only $36.95 for the 2 of us. Of course, that was for a Monday night...weekends are always more expensive, everywhere.
We did our usual afternoon shower and rested until about 5 then started thinking about dinner. I was kind of hungry for Italian (I don't go long without needing a pasta fix) and Rich said it sounded good to him, too. We picked out a couple of nice sounding Italian restaurants and started downtown to find them.
After a harrassing drive in a town that seems to have all one way streets, we finally found the street where the restaurants were. Every single Italian restaurant was 'closed' on Monday nights. That's how a lot of those places work. They are open five to eleven, and everybody is off on Monday, that way they only need one shift of workers, 6 days a week. 5 x 6 = a 30 hour week. Saves on payroll! We should have known that's what they do in most busy towns.
Anyway, we decided to go back to the biggest hotel there, The Ex Caliber. After fiddling around trying to find how to get the car parked, we finally found the valet entrance and got parked.
It was a BIIIIG place. Several stories, about 5 (expensive) restaurants and a $13.95 buffet, which had some Italian food on it. Well, that turned out to be a good choice. It had several great soups, a huge salad bar, seafood, beef, pork, sausages, pizza, Italian pasta dishes, etc., etc., topped off with a huge dessert pastry/pie bar and soft ice cream sundaes.
I had salad, and minestrone soup. Then I cruised the steamer bars, and found tortellini in alfredo sauce, mushroom ravioli in cream sauce, and then, wonders of wonders....baby clams in shell in garlic butter lemon sauce. I had about 2 dozen of those, with a hard roll and just 2 tortellini and 2 ravioli. I figure in any of the restaurants those 2 dozen clams would have set us back about $50. Gad! They were soooooo good!
I ended with a small piece of cherry pie with a dab of chocolate soft serve on it.
I don't even remember what Rich had. I was happy as a clam!
As we started back to the motel, we became adventuresome. We had taken a wrong turn, but we knew that our motel was on 7th St. As we drove down the road looking for the freeway to go back the way we came, a street to our right had Seventh St. on it, so the daredevils took it. It was pitch black and the street ended abruptly but came back on the other side, several times. After about 6 minutes of "Ohhhhh, we shouldn't adun that!" we came out of the dark and right ahead of us was the bright sign, 'Days Inn'. Talk about lucky?
When we got back to our room, we talked it over some more, about whether to make reservations in Bishop, CA. It didn't seem too much going to the coast, but the thought of having to drive about 350 miles BACK, was a bit overwhelming for our first trial adventure. So we opted for home.
Life is a ball.....
Dance or be a wallflower!
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