Road Trip

Somewhere Under The Rainbow

Coming back from the hotel across the parking lot with our laundry we were greeted with the sight above. Why were we coming back from from a different hotel than what we are staying at you ask, the Holiday Inn Express’s washers worked, but the dryers were broke. The two hotels had an agreement, we could use the TownPlace Suites dryers and their guests could use the HIE pool because theirs was broke. What happens when one of these properties fixes their problem I don’t know.

Because today’s destination was Gallup, NM instead of Santa Fe we came south on a new to us road, US491 instead of the usual US550. Boy was it spotty in quality and I spent most of the drive in the somewhat smoother left lane. We somehow think US550 is better than coming south this way, but if it is, it is probably only marginally, as most Navaho Nation roads we’ve traveled leave a lot in the smoothness department.

Today’s planned lunch spot in Cortez, CO was called The Farm Bistro was highly rated on TripAdvisor and its menu looked awesome, but unfortunately yours truly forgot to check their hours. It is closed on Saturday & Sunday. So we we going to try another place across the street, but it was closed too. We ended up at something that TripAdvisor probably doesn’t even rate, Burger King. At least the food was quick and hot. We did snag a couple of Roadside America oddities, a giant cow outside an out of business BBQ joint and some vultures picking on a car at a local junkyard. Photo #3 is because after seeing all those Corvettes a couple days what should we find outside tonight’s hotel but a car carrier with an octet of under wraps C8 Corvettes.

Detouring Around 31,000 Pounds

After breakfast at the hotel we headed to downtown Ely, Nevada to check out all the murals there. Donna had picked up a brochure about them the last time we were here. Several of them were very nice, but after seeing a half dozen or so we ran out of patience for trying to match the brochure to the murals. For such a small town there was a high density of Chevy Corvettes lurking around on the streets. There were also an awful lot of current American muscle cars as well. Somehow we had managed to arrive in Ely (pronounced eel • eee) for the opening of the Nevada Open Road Challenge weekend.

While bopping along east on US6/50, our planned route for the day, about 50 miles into it we came to a line of slow moving cars ahead of us. A 1/4 mile ahead we could see flashing lights of a highway patrol car that was behind a great big ol’ thing that was taking up the whole two lane road. There were additional highway patrol cars ahead getting oncoming cars to get off the pavement. The convoy was traveling about 30MPH on a road marked for 70, but in a way we definitely got lucky on when we caught up to this mess.

Because just a couple miles of creeping along, like magic, an alternate route presented itself, Nevada 487 which turned towards the Great Basin National Park and we took it. A quick check of Google Maps showed that if we continued along that road it would take us on a southern loop to I-15 that would get us back on track and only costing us 30 miles and 30 minutes. This was a route that Donna had mentioned possibly taking anyway, so it did work out real well. It even led us to an awesome taco place in Milford, UT called Brody’s. Donna had 2 pollo & I had 2 al pastor which was just the right size in quantity and price.

Somewhere along today’s route while dodging approximately thirty one thousands pounds of big ol’ piece of machinery the Mini’s odometer clicked past the 31,000 mile mark.

Along the way we managed to snag a couple more Roadside America oddities, an ranch entry arch made entirely of antelope antlers and some fuel tanks painted as soft drink cans.

It’s Lonely Out There

When I wrote a blog post last year about traveling on the Loneliest Road in America I said we probably won’t be picking it as our default route when traveling that way. Well, here I am in Ely, NV tonight eating my words because we did it again. I do hesitate to now say that it will be our default route because sure enough next year we’ll use I-80…

The only real problem is lunch somewhere along the way. Our usual midday stopping town is Austin which has very little to offer besides a gas station that has a burger food truck, but it must not open until Memorial Day because the two times we’ve been this way, last March and this May, it was shut.

But this is a small concern when compared when weighed against the peaceful drive and wonderful scenery.

Reno is only a slightly downsized Las Vegas

It is amazing the amount of stuff required for the two of us to take a long road trip now a days. The first picture below is what is going to get stuffed into the Mini Cooper on the left, but 20 years ago the pile was a lot smaller. Those four black bags in the center of the scrum are a set of soft bags that perfectly fill the trunk of an NB Miata and that was all we ever took. Aside from Donna’s purse that sat on the passenger floor.

Even though it is only 30 miles away from Klamath Falls we have never visited the the Tule Lake Internment Center until today. Although this was the largest World War II internment center of the 10 created during that time period the display here pales in comparison to the Manzanar National Historic Site that we visited back in 2016.

After the tense drama of too many cars going to fast through “The Biggest Little City in the World” afternoon traffic we deserved a break and stopped in at the Chocolate Nugget Candy Factory in Washoe City. I firmly believe that the Reno city administrators need to add “Used To Be” in front of that logo.

Return Trip

After grabbing four Post Offices on the way up to Washington, on the way home we took photos of seven. This pretty much takes care of all of the possible post offices along US97 in the state. There are only two left, our hometown P.O. and one 70 miles north of us in Chemult. Klamath Falls we can do anytime and we would have done Chemult on the way home as well, but when Donna asked, I said we already had it. Ooops.

46,000 Fruit Trees

Another 280 mile day consisting of The Dalles, OR to Monroe, WA and another day of more traffic than expected in a few spots. Don’t ask me about Sultan, WA…

We did manage to take a very pleasant and fun road from Yakima to Ellensburg. WA-821 runs right along the river through a canyon filled with 24 miles of sweeper turns and beautiful scenery.

If you have a hankering for Italian food you definitely can’t go wrong at the Ellensburg Pasta Company.

Just south of Yakima, while driving through thousands of apple and cherry trees the LadyBug ticked past its forty-six thousandth mile.

Small Road Trip

Off to the Great State of Washington. We are heading to the World Famous 4th of July Picnic of Les & Joanie Gilbert, something we haven’t been to for the past 5 years. Today’s leg was around 280 miles and for the first 100 and the last 80 of those miles it was smooth sailing, but the middle section from south of Bend to where US197 splits off was crowded, slow and quite a contrast to the end segments.

We did stop in downtown Bend for lunch and had a great meal at a place called The Point. We split an order of beer battered fish. But the real highlight was something that Donna saw on a chalk board inside, Fried Apples. It might have been advertised as a desert but we had it as an appetizer. The half dozen slices tasted like a sublime fried apple pie and were served with a caramel dipping sauce and some whipped cream.

For the fun of it and to break up the drive we snagged 3 Post Office photos. There were a couple more we were close to, but on a Friday their parking lots were too full to even find a spot to park in so that I could get car and Post Office in the same frame. We may try and stop at a couple few on the way home next Tuesday.