The word last night was that some of us were going across the street to Goldie's Route 66 Diner for breakfast. The diner opened at 7:00 AM sharp and a group of us was there when it did. I had a half order of biscuits and gravy (something we can't get at home), a side of bacon and some marble rye toast. Sandy had bacon and rye toast.
One group on motorcycles decided that they were going to ride to the Meteor Crater today. Sandy and I visited there a few years ago and were suitably impressed. Just before they headed out, I spotted a small puddle of coolant under Cranky's Voyager XII. Unable to determine the severity, he opted not to ride to the crater. It was later determined that the leak appeared to be a one-time thing.
Mongrel, his wife Donna and son Michael stopped by to visit. Mongrel's Vulcan had eaten a bevel gear bearing a day ago and was in Flagstaff waiting to be shipped back to Seattle. The damage was severe enough that they were going to look for another engine. In the meantime, he would be riding on the back of Donna's touring Spyder.
Sandy and I decided we would take the car to Bearizona wildlife park, just up the road. Bucky went with us. First, we went through the drive-through part where we saw the large animals. Then we walked through Fort Bearizona where they had smaller animals. We took in the raptor free flight demonstration and checked out the brand new otter and jaguar enclosures.
The otter habitat was just opened yesterday. There was one pair who were not very sociable with the other four.
The new jaguar enclosure featured a single black cat. Wikipedia tells me that about 6% of the jaguar population is black.
There was an N gauge model railway display in the gift shop. It covered Williams to the Grand Canyon.
We got back to the hotel at 3:30 PM. Jim had made a decision that the group supper would be at Cruisers Cafe 66 downtown at 6:00 PM. I spent part of the intervening time visiting and the rest trying to sort through 300 Bearizona photos. We started walking to the restaurant about 5:45.
Our server was a young man named Paulino. He was good at his job and seemed to really enjoy interacting with people. Sandy and I split a BBQ Sampler, which consisted of pulled pork, brisket, a sausage, pork ribs, one beef rib, coleslaw, potato salad, beans and a cornbread muffin. The menu said they had a $2.00 charge for splitting plates but Paulino said not to worry about it. And they lied on the menu because they brought TWO beef ribs. I did not complain. Sandy took all the pork, the muffin and some slaw. I had to eat all the rest. The food was very good but they added an automatic 18% gratuity to the bill. I don't like this practice and would normally have let that be it, but Paulino was good enough that I gave him an additional amount.
After supper, we walked back avoiding the gunfight, looking in a few stores and admiring some hot rods.
Back at the hotel, we borrowed some chairs from the pool area and a few of us sat around mostly talking old TV and movie trivia. Sandy and I shared a dozen Vachon Granny's butter tarts we had brought down with the assembled multitude. We brought them because these treats were unknown in this part of the country.
Sandy and I were among the last to leave and got back to our room just before 11:00 PM.