Hey, my favorite little town has wireless everywhere. I'll have to try it in the park
when I make breakfast tomorrow.
I got a haircut today.
I was headed to Goldie's for a beer and the barber shop was right next door, so...
A dust storm blew through town. That was strange. I asked people if it happens
often and they said, "no."
The wind really kicked up -- it even blew apart the flowers outside my room.
I started the day with a two-mile hike into Lamoille Canyon (and two miles back).
My goal was to reach Lake Lamoille. I'll document the hike elsewhere in my
journal this month.
Part way down, you can see the road where I started my hike.
After the hike, I had my annual steak lunch at The Star, a Basque restaurant.
Look at the size of that thing; it barely fits on the plate. Garlic on top, and I ate
the whole thing.
The steak came with soup, salad and bread. And ice cream for dessert.
After sitting by the pool for a while (I better get some protective tan before Gail
takes me floating on Pyramid Lake and the Truckee River and the river in Reno),
I checked and yes, the Stumble Inn is open. This is a good day.
The Stumble Inn is the kind of place where they watch the news every day and are
very up on what's going on in the world. I hadn't heard the news for days. I also
talked to the owner, Gary, for quite a while. A nice happy hour.
I remember the sign on the coffee maker.
Next, I went to the Stray Dog to hear some music and cowboy poetry. Look who is
laying in the doorway -- Mr. Stray Dog, himself.
Some band was first, and I got tired before the cowboy musician and poet got on
stage, so I left. I don't play the waiting game very well.
There's my home.
I fried some sausages in my room for snacks before bed, and slept like a baby.
Tomorrow I'll camp somewhere near Reno, and pick Gail up at the airport the
following day. I'm looking forward to seeing her and spending the week in Reno.
More of Elko, Nevada
I am staying in a Casino, but I only gambled once. I had two dollars worth of quarters in my pocket, so I put them into a poker machine. I played for a while and noticed that I had 11 quarters -- so I cashed out, 75 cents ahead.
I'm not going to gamble any more so that I can drive out of town a winner. Hum, does that mean I don't have an addictive personality?