Looking out our back window at the river, a cool moon shot, and the Desert Bar.
I planned to update this blog daily. Of course, that’s just not happening. I’m having a breakdown. My wifi from the trailer has mysteriously disappeared. The person I was borrowing it from shut it down or they have left the park or the new giant motorhome next to us has become a wall. The end result is I now have to walk over to the clubhouse to be connected to the world.
Back to the business at hand. Sue and Jerry have adopted us. They are from Oregon and have a large motorhome, two Boston Terriers and a big “party barge.” They are interesting people. Jerry worked for Boeing until having a stroke. Sue was one of the first female senior VP’s for Farmers Insurance. Jerry likes to eat and drink and take us with him. Let’s just admit the New Years diet has not happened yet.
First, since the quads are still being repaired, we needed something else to do. So, we decided to take a trip to The Desert Bar. It’s about 5 miles down a dusty dirt road and is back off the grid. It’s completely solar powered. The guy who built the bar complex is constantly adding to the buildings. It’s only open on the weekends from high noon to 5 p.m. and offers live music (quite good actually), hamburgers grilled very well done (No cheese ever – according to the menu) and a small selection of drinks. The bloody marys were very good. There’s even a small church constructed of steel with a copper roof and stamped tin interior. The women’s restroom was really pretty unique with solid steel stalls and rock walls. It’s a great place to spend a Sat or Sun afternoon, but you have to get there early as it’s a popular place.
Since the quads were still out of service, Jerry and Sue they took us to the Roadrunner restaurant which is a slightly lopsided barge along the river. On Mondays, one can get 6 prime rib tacos for $5 – quite a deal. It’s got a full bar and during the summer is positively crazy with boats, people and alcohol. There’s a sign at the door warning “no nudity on the dock.” Considering the clientele was about 70 years old when we were there, the warning seemed a bit silly. Then we floated upstream to look at the river and headed toward the dam until it got too shallow. The river is being kept low so those with docks can perform annual maintenance. It really is a beautiful river as it meanders along colorful volcanic rock walls.
Following tacos, Jerry wanted to take us to the Elks Lodge for its spaghetti dinner. More food. Yeah.
The photos are of the river, the desert bar and a very cool moon shot.
Oh, and yesterday we retrieved the quads from the repair shop. Only a mere $750 later, we’re ready to ride.
Back to the business at hand. Sue and Jerry have adopted us. They are from Oregon and have a large motorhome, two Boston Terriers and a big “party barge.” They are interesting people. Jerry worked for Boeing until having a stroke. Sue was one of the first female senior VP’s for Farmers Insurance. Jerry likes to eat and drink and take us with him. Let’s just admit the New Years diet has not happened yet.
First, since the quads are still being repaired, we needed something else to do. So, we decided to take a trip to The Desert Bar. It’s about 5 miles down a dusty dirt road and is back off the grid. It’s completely solar powered. The guy who built the bar complex is constantly adding to the buildings. It’s only open on the weekends from high noon to 5 p.m. and offers live music (quite good actually), hamburgers grilled very well done (No cheese ever – according to the menu) and a small selection of drinks. The bloody marys were very good. There’s even a small church constructed of steel with a copper roof and stamped tin interior. The women’s restroom was really pretty unique with solid steel stalls and rock walls. It’s a great place to spend a Sat or Sun afternoon, but you have to get there early as it’s a popular place.
Since the quads were still out of service, Jerry and Sue they took us to the Roadrunner restaurant which is a slightly lopsided barge along the river. On Mondays, one can get 6 prime rib tacos for $5 – quite a deal. It’s got a full bar and during the summer is positively crazy with boats, people and alcohol. There’s a sign at the door warning “no nudity on the dock.” Considering the clientele was about 70 years old when we were there, the warning seemed a bit silly. Then we floated upstream to look at the river and headed toward the dam until it got too shallow. The river is being kept low so those with docks can perform annual maintenance. It really is a beautiful river as it meanders along colorful volcanic rock walls.
Following tacos, Jerry wanted to take us to the Elks Lodge for its spaghetti dinner. More food. Yeah.
The photos are of the river, the desert bar and a very cool moon shot.
Oh, and yesterday we retrieved the quads from the repair shop. Only a mere $750 later, we’re ready to ride.
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