Lollygagging in Shaniko, Oregon, on Highway 97, a wannabe ghost town with an abandoned hotel, but lots of entrepreneurs out selling old West artifacts, t-shirts, ponchos and assorted junk. My kind of scene.
Then Viki saw the rattlesnakes sign and that was our cue to keep moving.
I told Viki that part of the charm of the Pacific Northwest was drive-through coffee. Seriously.
Back in the early 1990s, on a long-ago road trip, I remember getting a coffee at a flashy early-days Starbucks in downtown Seattle, before getting in the car to drive to Mt. Rainier. And I felt cheated because on that drive there were all these drive-through espresso stops, and I vowed, “Never again.”
Now I can vow “never again” to Dutch Bros. coffee. Sure, we got the drive-through experience but the coffee sucked. At least I had something resembling a coffee. Viki’s latte was a large cup of hot milk. If we had an ounce of caffeine between us before this 9-hour drive to Spokane we’d have been lucky.
Large Cokes at lunch and a good martini with Jared and friends once we got to Spokane fixed us up.
Jared recommended we stop in Bend because we could have a decent dinner at Drake paired with an Oregon pinot noir. That we did!
While killing some time before our 7pm dinner reservation, we got the clue that Oregon is just as proud of its microbrewed beers as it is of its local, sustainable organic cuisine and pinots. So we stopped in at the Deschutes Brewery for a pint. Glad we did!
I cannot lie. I totally chose this motel for an overnight stop in Bend, OR because of the sign. It also had decent reviews on Hotels.com and I am a sucker for refurbished old motels. While the decor at the Holiday Motel bordered on the bizarre - Marcia Brady becomes roommates with a Soul Train dancer and they decorate with some JC Penney catalog rejects - it was clean, comfy, and newly re-modeled.
Forget that the neighbor left his TV on all night and I woke up 2:30 in the morning to a CNN broadcast live from the room next door (hey, it could have been worse). For one night you can put up with anything. I’d stay here again.
Another road relic we saw on our way to Bend, OR on Highway 97.
The Juniper Motel had it all - lodge, restaurant, bar, camping and gas. Now it’s just a place for a guy to pull in to make sure his trailer is still hitched up to his truck properly - and me - to snap a photo.
Weed, CA (unlike Bill & Kathy’s, see below) is still alive and kicking. And who can resist stopping in this town near the Oregon border that has capitalized on its silly name to pick up a few souvenirs for people who appreciate this kind of thing and snap a couple of photos?
Need a place to stop when taking the trek up I-5 from San Francisco? Forget about Bill and Kathy’s.
This long-time "cultural icon" in Dunnigan, California (about an hour and half from SF), a place where you could sit down and relax over a meal - and even imbibe in a cocktail - closed down in 2011 after a 63-year run!
So, we had to have breakfast at Burger King a couple of exits away.
Which is where I learned to use Instastitch and put together this sad little tribute to an abandoned road trip stop.
R.I.P. Bill and Kathy’s.
Road Trip 2013! Driving across country (from Connecticut this time) to California with my Dad, niece Amanda and nephew Danny. For so many reasons this was an awesome trip. Three generations, three bloggers! So, this time, it’s not just me reporting, we’ve got Amanda (CT-to-CA) and Danny (The Road Wizards) documenting the trip, too.
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Day 1. Leaving day, first stop: Ohio.
Approx. time: 8 hours. Wooo lets go!!!