We planned a three day trip from Billings to Ashland OR via Spokane WA and Portland OR, four day’s worth of plays while in Ashland, then a leisurely trip to Marin County to pick up Matthew McInnes, and then a long three days sailing east on the 80 and north on the 15 back to Billings via Reno, SLC and Dillon MT. Matthew McInnes had been sentenced to two weeks with his grandparents for uncertain offenses.
Below might have been close to the view that Lewis and Clark and friends might have had of the mouth of the Columbia, minus the bridge of course, and minus the buildings, and plus about two hundred years.
We started at a reasonable time on Saturday, 29 July 06 and sailed along the 90 past Bozeman, then got delayed in Butte for lunch. I forgot where Perkins Restaurant on Harrison actually was. Finally, barely saw Missoula because of fire-created haze, as we raced past it still on the 90. We finally put out the anchor in Coeur d’ Alene for the evening. Our hotel was not much to brag about as the Resort on the Lake required a two day stay, but the Beach House Restaurant (see the view from below right) was fine.
The lake looks like it nourishes a large collection of fair-sized boats. We should spend a little more time here one of these days, maybe if the Mazzucas jr move to Spokane we will?
Mass at St Thomas in CdA Sunday morning, miraculous as usual, then through Spokane and down to Columbia River via the I84. Southeast Washington looks prosperous and Tri-Cities is booming, all on account of the grape vines I suppose.
We got as far as Vancouver WA Sunday evening for an excellent stay at the Heathman Lodge. Good prices and fabulous food. Next day checked out the waterfront in Vancouver and on to Astoria (see above) for more waterfront at the mouth of the Columbia and some downhome food at a downhome Andrew and Steve’s Restaurant. One of the advantages of taking a lot of pictures is that if you forget some special place your pictures are often enough to remind you of it and its name.
We started down the Oregon Coast through Seaside and quickly decided that was too crowded, and thus headed toward Portland, actually toward McMinnvile in the midst of the Willamette Valley, but we decided to stop earlier (because we were tired) at Forest Grove which also has a McMenamin’s place at a former Grand Lodge for retired Masons and their fair Ladies.The gentlemen shared the bathroom below.
It had an olde worlde feel, kind of European, though surprisingly laid-back in that we had a great meal but had to go down the hall to use the facilities. I imagine it was the latest thing in 1920, now it is just quaint but fun if you are in no hurry and don’t mind being reminded how our ancestors used to live. Sort of like taking a horseback ride once a year just to remind yourself how thoroughly miserable our great-grandfathers and earlier were when going from place to place. Well, I’m not sure if one can be miserable when there are no other options for travel. [Of course one can!]
On Tuesday, 1 Aug, we headed on down the 5, very crowded even during the middle of the day practically all the way to Medford. We heard a pleasant bong and saw the message that we should check the pressure in one of our tires but we were almost in Roseburg and hungry. We ate at an abandoned railroad depot rescued by, who else, the McMenamin’s group and made into a snazzy restaurant. We forgot to look at the tires until we had filled our bellies and then were dismayed to find a very flat rear left tire. Called the AAA, they were there in 5 minutes and had the spare on in another 20 minutes and we were off to Ashland. Stayed at the Windmill Inn in Ashland.
Wednesday AM I found the local Les Schwab tire place a couple of blocks away and within 30 minutes they had everything put right and NO CHARGE. Only a nice guy saying “Come back and buy some tires from us, OK?” Wow!
Saw Bus Stop on Wed afternoon: Very nicely done, probably better than the movie. If you can imagine real people who are also caricatures at the same time you can imagine this neat little play set in the 50s in small town Heartland, USA. The part played by Marilyn Monroe in the movie was not done so heavily and so all the other characters had a little more room to breathe.
On Thursday evening we again headed toward the outdoor theatre, rented a blanket which we didn’t need, and had a good laugh with all the rest of the audience at the Two Gentlemen of Verona, not quite so long as the MWW. Again the first rate players doing everything well.
Friday afternoon we saw King John in the New Theatre. Lots of things to think about, perhaps too many ideas to get our minds around but still very timely. It was vaguely set in the early part of the 20th century and had many useful parallels with Middle-Eastern problems of today. Perhaps that is why Shakespeare continues to make us wonder and we keep coming back for more.
We left Ashland on 5 August, heading south on the I5, probably one of the best parts through northern California, arriving in Novato in late afternoon with the usual curious GI-like traffic movements (I think bolus is the word that comes to mind) on 80 between Sacramento and San Francisco. Had a good visit with Joan, Don, Mike and Matt. The plant to the left is a fast growing sunflower planted by Matt.
We took off for home on Monday, 7 August: east on the 80, around Sacramento, stopping in Reno for lunch, and on into the dread Nevada desert until our horses got too dry. Stopped for the night in Elko NV, not much to recommend there, but still it was there when we needed it. Matt is posing in front of some of the one-armed bandits we found along the way.
Tuesday morning we headed for Salt Lake City, on the way we were of course amazed at the Bonneville Salt Flats, and then we stopped in Temple Square about mid-day.
Eventually we got to Pocatello in the late afternoon where we found the SandPiper Restaurant a fine place to eat and drink.
On Wednesday, 9 Aug, we sailed up the 15 through Dillon with its very nice brick college building, and through Twin Bridges and its fly rod maker, R L Winston, stopping in Bozeman for a late lunch and finally arrived in Billings at about 1700hrs, glad to be home. Mentioning brand names like Winston reminds me of Ian Fleming in his James Bond series.