Adventure 552: Lake Havasu Here We Are

Snowed Nine Hours the Day we Left

Our 7 AM departure had us up and at it around 4. Kevin shuttled us to the airport. All went smoothly and before we knew it, we were in Las Vegas waiting for the shuttle to Lake Havasu where the driver dropped us right at the front door of our good friends, the Ellsworths who have been kind enough to babysit Fric/Frac for the past few months. Last evening, we enjoyed a delicious meal of comforting scalloped potatoes and ham, a nice salad, a little wine, and quite a bit of happy propinquity. Judy and I retired early. Today, Saturday, January 11, we enjoyed Mike's delicious diner style breakfast of eggs, raspberry pancakes, bacon, coffee and more happy propinquity. Then we headed to the Desert Bar, which can only be described as a boomer phenomenon. Along with six or seven hundred other folks, we bumped our way along a five mile rocky road to an old mine site. Years back a guy had a "if you build it, they will come" moment. Sure enough, visitors venture in from all over: some locals, some snow birds, some just curious. Once a small three sided shack, the bar is now a sprawling monstrosity of steel and concrete. Drinks are served-basic food-cash only. A band entertains the crowd, covering most of the old time rock and roll favorites. Ninety percent of the people looked like us. I received no comments on my Orwell hat, but a few furtive and some scornful looks were thrown my way. No worries. I'm sadly, but defiantly aware that we're all Republicans now.  Tomorrow, we begin our 2020 adventure in Fric and Fric. This will be our sixth trip. We thought when we started, we'd be lucky to get five. So, we're blessed, happy to be alive, and ever grateful that life is good, especially today
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 The bar is open weekends 12-6, October-March.

 Several vintage property speckle the property.

 No comments on my hat. To them I say, "Just because you're not paranoid, doesn't mean they're not after you."

 According to Mike and Kathy, this deck is a new addition since they were here last.

 Sunset view from the back patio of the Ellsworth's Lake Havasu home.

 It's only Rock and Roll.

 Art shot of the day: The window of the all steel church at the bar.

 Rules are funny. Even in the middle of the Sonoran desert, they make you drink inside.

 This is the good part of the road. Dune buggies come from over the mountain.

 This is the original bar, a three sided open aired plywood structure. Drinks were served out of coolers then. Water was trucked in using an old fire engine.

 Today you could ride in this helicopter for just fifty bucks.

 We enjoyed a sunny table just above the main bar.

All kinds of steel art dot the landscape.