Alcohol makes people do strange things. Perhaps this night in particular.
Peter and I spent another day on the road heading south. Somewhere during our conversations, Barstow California came up. As luck would have, that became our next destination.
To get to Barstow, you have to travel south. Our GPS had us leaving I5 at Merced, heading to 99.
99 is well worn in places and some of the bumps and divots were severe enough to crack the windshield of the motor home. We have checked, and the motorcycles have thus far survived the ride.
We hit some convincing cross winds once we hit the high desert of the Mojave. That will make a smart driver of you in very short order. We both had a chance to show our driving prowess.
Before too long we reached Barstow. Must admit, a little nicer and bigger town than either of us had imagined.
Out first destination was some place to wet our whistles after having endured the arid desert. iPhone app took us to "Hooz on 1st". Nice looking place that conveniently had a gravel lot net to it, perfect for parking a huge RV. The trouble was, the place had a "for sale" sign above the door and appeared closed.
The next distinction on the iPhone app send us off with a somewhat ambiguous address that looped about 5 miles around town and brought us right by "hooz on 1st", but this time we saw the OPEN sign. Back to the gravel lot we go, but this time we DO wet our whistles.
We seem to meet some fine folks whenever we stop for a quick one and this was no different. First was a guy who had lived in Mexico with his family and loved it. Good information and ideas on where to visit. The other guy we met is a chef who has started many restaurants and had some good ideas we might be able to use at our place.
It was soon about time to find some dinner. Our restaurant buddy recommended a place that we had been considering and wasn't too far away (well, about 1.3 miles). I talked Peter into walking there.
About half way there, Peter started repeating the mantra of one our dear friends:, "I can't make it! It's too far". The iPhone GPS app kept saying its only 80 feet more even though we still had 3/4 miles to go.
We both had great dinners and after the checks were payed, I asked Peter if he wanted to hike back. He opted to take the "Hooz on 1st" shuttle back.
Well, I'll show him, I thought. I challenged Peter that I could walk back faster than he could get the shuttle and drive back to the bar. We are sitting at the bar right now and it seems I'm buying…
Tomorrow we'll try to find a way around the promised snow and head to Palm Springs.
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