Adventure 299: Baker, Oregon

Thanks to the good business practices of Airstream of Spokane, we're back on the road. Our furnace problem turned out to be a loose wire on the micro switch dedicated to turning on the propane for the furnace. We spent two nights sleeping like pampered hamsters in our own bed while the repair was completed. Also, Judy went downtown and bought a new, mini I-Pad, and we re-packed, which gave us the opportunity to include a couple things we forgot.  After a drive of five and a half hours, which was uneventful, although it rained heavily the whole way, we're snuggled nicely in site 106 at the Mountain View RV park in Baker City, Oregon. We had a late lunch at the Lone Pine Cafe with our good friends, the Ulmen's who were traveling back to Spokane from Boise where their new three month old grand daughter lives. Besides grand parenting, they continued to parent well by helping their son and daughter-in-law transition into their new house. After lunch, Judy and I spent the afternoon hunkered down in our warm little Frac. I used the time to delete some of the thousands of pictures from years past. I've barely scratched the surface, but I'm determined to make sense of the photos and put them into some viewing structure that doesn't resemble the box of prints my mom used to have on the shelf of her closet. Judy, meanwhile, added at least ten rows to the cool socks she's been knitting. We have all the conveniences of home at this RV park, including WiFi, cable TV, a hot tub, clean showers, and a beautiful setting (Although the mountains are a bit obscured by the slanting rain). We're happy to be back on the road, and we hope for continued good fortune. Regardless, we gratefully take things one day at a time, and continue to believe that life is good, especially today.

 

Here we are sashaying up to the office at the Mountain View RV park (The mountains are right behind the building, shrouded quite nicely by a full patch of gray).

 Art shot of the day: "We ain't pickin' cotton here, Dewey."

 As you might imagine, the theme has Western flair out here in the wild West.

 A fabulous and welcoming old bar in downtown Baker City. The building is over one hundred years old, has a warped wooden floor that looks and feels like a fashion model's ribs, a high ceiling with patterned tin, and a staff full of warmth. When asked what a person does for fun in Baker City, our waitress replied enthusiastically and without even a shudder of hesitation, "Drink!" 

The best part of being in cattle country is the beef. This "Tillamook Burger" accompanied by fresh cut fries, was simply delicious. Judy had a warm Kale salad mixed with roasted beets, bleu cheese, red onions, and topped with walnuts. We shared (As usual).

Throw back Thursday: Ten years ago for her sixtieth birthday, I surprised Judy with a night in the honey moon suite at the Davenport Hotel. (I think a guy named Trump took the picture).