It was a hazy overcast morning, cool with a prediction of rain later in the day. I finished the Talimena blog entry and sorted yesterday's photos. Biker called from Sudbury to firm up plans for a weekend outing after we get back.
The motel here built a fire pit just for our gathering. It is very nice but it is also far below the level we are staying on. The hike back up would be tricky, even more so after a few adult beverages. I'm not sure how much it will get used.
The restaurant on the 3rd floor of the old mill was very woodsy and quaint. I'm not sure if the engaging young man behind the counter had been partying last night or if he was always like this. Despite his friendliness, some of the orders got somewhat screwed up. He brought Stewey's food with eggs over easy when scrambled had been requested. Then we find that the table at the other end of the hall was looking for their over easy eggs but got theirs scrambled instead. Sandy and I were served way after everyone else and her pancakes were covered in almonds after specifically asking for them not to be. My country ham steak and scrambled eggs were fine but everyone else had finished before I got them. Still, it was breakfast and it tasted good.
We wandered around the mill site and Sherm's blog has an awesome set of pictures from there.
I spent time talking to a fellow from near Victorville, California. His Harley was at home in the shop and he was touring by car, but he had been a lot of places and we compared notes. Rick showed up so we would have a token Vulcan for the ride back. The group had another spirited ride taking 12 north to 126 back to 23.
The weather had turned hot and humid and there were riders started coming in all afternoon. Zeke from Illinois, Didsbury Dave from Alberta, Coyote, the Gambler Clan and others. Dave road in with Harvey from Oklahoma, a fellow who accompanied the VROC crew to Alaska at least ten years ago. Harvey was on a KLR 650 back then and did a Deadhorse Iron Butt after they reached Fairbanks. I only rode as far as Fort St. John with that crew but that was long enough to learn a bit about Harvey's unique style. It was good to see him again, as well as his neighbor Dan who came along for the ride. David Bell came by to drop off free copies of his magazine, Cruise The Ozarks. I remember talking with him a few years ago when he was taking a group picture of us.
Eventually, the talk turned to supper but no one seemed to be putting together a solid plan. The original idea had been to go to the Rockin' Pig BBQ where Bike Night was supposed to start at 7:00 PM. Then word came down that it might not be Bike Night after all. Having been to the Rockin' Pig on Bike Night, I figured this would improve our chances of finding a table and getting better service (more on that later). Watchman and I decided that we would leave for the RP at 6:00 and spread the word that anyone else was welcome to join us.
I led a good sized group out of the lot at 6:00 sharp. We got the the Pig a few minutes later and, based on the parking layout, it sure looked like Bike Night. Being early, we took most of the close parking spaces. The deck out back was empty so we pretty much took it over. In the long line, Sherm, Coyote, Sandy and I ended up at one table. The table beyond us got drinks right away and food soon after. Our server kept stressing how things were backed up. Our drinks came after the other table's food and the food took forever. Sandy and Sherm had strawberry salads while Coyote and I had BLT's on sourdough with kettle chips. Very good food but it took a while. Then the bills proved to be almost more than this young lady could handle. Still, we had nowhere to be so it was a good evening among friends.
While we were there, Scooter showed up from Tennessee and then Wrong Turn and KT wandered in from Indiana.
It finally feels like a rally is underway. Unfortunately, being an official old fart, I headed off to bed about 10:45. The only saving grace was that I was the last one in my room to retire.
Sherm's blog of the day.
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