The Three G's
- Dec 8, 2014
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May your marriage be blessed!
May your marriage be blessed!
Man, we had quite the journey. Up and wheels rolling at 0300 Saturday, we first went across the lower tip of the San Joaquin valley on hwy 166, where it joins hwy 101. Then went through San Luis Obispo (had breakfast at the Madonna Inn), then continued to hwy 1, and took that along the coast to Monterey, then back to the 101 through San Francisco.
Over the Golden Gate in the mid-afternoon, then on to Willits to bed down for the night. Then in the morning, onward on the 101 through Crescent City, to hwy 199 and the Smith River. We had a place picked out to stay for a day or two called Patrick's Creek Lodge, where you can do it all right there; mountain lodge, bar, restaurant all in one in a mountain retreat. But the bastards were closed for vacation. We didn't bother to check or reserve, because nobody (guests) is there on a Monday. So we drove on to over the Oregon border to some small town and bedded down in some little Inn.
Then in the morning through Rogue River, Medford etc to the I-5, back into CA. Just over the border there's a small road, hwy 96. Travels the Kalamath river. Took that all day into late afternoon to a guest ranch, Marble Mountain ranch. Stayed there in a cottage, had dinner of fresh-caught steelhead with a group of six doctors, surgeons, etc. All retired and full of great stories. What a fabulous evening.
Then in the morning, further down hwy 96 to where it joins 299, through Weaverville, had a beer there, continuing on to Redding to stay at the deceptively-represented "Thunderbird Lodge".
That's where a little bit of poo rained on our parade.
Crap-ass motel in the very heart of Redding, which is a shit town full of transient types and "young bums". Got the car broken into and some of Anna's precious treasures she bought along the way. her honeymoon momentos, were stolen along with my current registration and insurance card.
Now I'm pissed.
If I was hard on "young bums", sign-holders and pleady-eyed beggars before that, you ought to see me now. Somehow, saying "no" isn't enough for me now.
Anyway, onward down the I-5 to Sacramento, then a left turn to hwy 50, stopped at Placerville. I used to live near Placerville. Used to be called "Hangtown" because that's where they hung people they saw fit to hang for various crimes and acts of dubious virtue.
..like breaking into vehicles.
Anyway, there was (I remembered) the "Hangtown Salooon", which featured the original hanging tree and the limb from which the unfortunate hung, right there in the bar.
They made it into an ice-cream parlor, and cut off the tree. Right below the floorboards. Nice girl who worked there said the tree is still there in the basement, and it's cut just below the floor.
Can you believe that? They cut off the very soul of the place. What a rotten thing to do.
Ice cream parlor. sheesh. A travesty.
So on we go to South Lake Tahoe. Stayed at the Lakeside Casino for 50 lousy bucks. Such a deal. Then from there, we drove home and arrived back here at Ft. Dave about 2100 last night.
All in all, we had a great time. Saw much of California, and there's so much more to see.
Buzzard bait!Rob, the advantages to hanging is the miscreant can hang there as a reminder to all of what happens when there's fckery, and you're involved.
And just in case the people get used to the sight, there's the smell after the hung begin to "tenderize" as a lengthy reminder to watch one's ass.