Petes Place in Oakhurst for breakfast

 Almost to Yosemite and I need coffee, hubby needs food. We kept up with the no chain resturant rule and stopped at Pete Place in Oakhurst. 

I choose eggs bacon and pancakes. Hubby got eggs biscuits And gravy. Yummy! If you’re hungry this is the place to come. Hubby who doesn’t eat pancakes actually finished mine. 

My favorite part of this place is when each customer came in they knew their name and what they wanted. So friendly to us outsiders too. If you don’t stop here you will regret it! Say hi to Misty and Laura when you do. 

Now to head to the park and do some hiking and work this breakfast off. 
Off on our adventure!

Zero dark thirty and we are on our way to Yosemite

Google maps says 3 hours 39 minutes to our camp ground. The weather should be mild, high of 84. I’m looking forward to riding my bike around, picnicking for lunch and seeing the stars tonight.  The benefit of being Shotgun Rider is I’m going to sleep. Nothing to see and I’m not used to getting up this early. See y’all in a few hours! 

Overnight camping in Yosemite, the planning stages 

I have less than 24 hours to plan an overnight trip to Yosemite. I’m bringing my bike, a tent and sleeping bags, toiletries, change of clothes, towels and swimwear and not much else. Oh can’t forget hubby, how else can I ride shotgun. 

This will only be my second time in Yosemite and last time I was too much in awe to really take it all in. We will be camping at the Wawona Campgrounds. Check that one off my bucket list. 

My husband has a supply of MRE’s (military meals ready to eat). We will be surviving mainly on those MRE’s. Ok maybe a few other items but I’ll try to eat my MRE. I’ll look for the chicken ones. 

Our trip begins 4:00am Sunday August 21 st. 

Come join me on my adventure!

My must have on every trip – THE GO BAG

My go bag consists of items and clothes I would need for a quick overnight getaway. I bring it on long trips too because sometimes you don’t want to drag everything out of the truck. 

I’ve changed the actual bag a few times but now it is consistently my army green backpack with law enforcement patches that I’ve sewn all over the front. I collect the patches on my trips.  It has a small front pocket and two inside pockets. 

Here’s my go bag basics:

  • Travel size toiletries in a ziplock bag. (Don’t forget personal items since you never know) This includes a small brush, tooth brush, sunscreen, razor and a washcloth. Usually a small amount of make up too.
  • Small first aid kit with 
  • Thin but usable bath towel
  • A small hand towel
  • Swim clothes and flip flops 
  • 2 t shirts, under clothes, sweats or yoga pants, jeans, shorts and summer dress. Ball cap, zip up hoodie 
  • A few protein bars or snacks that will last a while. Reusable water cup. 
  • Matches, pocket knife, small rope, superglue, duct tape
  • $100.00 in small bills and some change
  • If you wear glasses or contacts, take medications be sure to pack that too.

That’s the basics of my go bag. It’s amazing what you can go without. It’s about the quick getaway. It’s fun to not have plans and wing it. 

You’ll find what you can’t travel without and what just never gets used do you stop bringing it. Your go bag is personal for you and is always evolving. Just as we as humans are evolving. 

Ok, back to packing 

Traveling to Yellowstone, breath taking, our cute cabin

I thought for sure my late booking of Yellowstone cabins meant crappy room. OMG we had the cutest cabin with out own sink, shower and toilet. I lucked out because I had know idea how hard it is to rent. See below for a picture of the cutest cabin, bear proof too. 

We rode our new bikes around checking out the geysers. I only fell twice. 

We sat back from old faithful instead of on the benches up close. Not only did it get a spectacular view of the geyser but I caught a rainbow in the mist.

Below is my favorite geyser, Morning Glory. So clear and colorful. Unfortunately humans have been throwing items into the geyser and the brilliant colors are fading. They try to clean it out regularly but really people, how about we just do the right thing for a change huh? I’d like my great great grandkids to visit this sometime in the future. 

Unfortunately we have been driving so much from place to place we haven’t got to ride except for 1 day around old faithful. There were a ton of smaller geysers to be seen in that area and it was an easy bike ride.

We camped out the following night and I was so afraid of bears I  packed just about everything in the bear box. My night time wish was to see no bears on this leg of our trip and thankfully it worked. 
We did take a hike around the mud volcanos ​and other geysers.

​I was rightfully reprimanded for being too close to the realife dangerous bisson/buffalo. Apparently they can move pretty fast so my 15 feet away was just stupid. Good picture though. Not one of my smartest moves and I don’t suggest you get this close, EVER!
We kept driving north and stopped at the water falls. Feeling the surge of energy was exhilarating and frightening all at the same time. 

I watched countless times as park visitors walking over barriers stepping close to wild animals intentionally, doing this was extremely dangerous. Including when I stopped to take the biasson picture instead of walking quickly away. Again not my smartest move on this trip.

Please remember even though these animals look calm they are wild and can cause major if not fatal harm to you and your children. Respect their instinct to protect and kill anything they think may cause them danger. 

When my boys were little we would go to the zoo nature trail. My favorite answer when they asked if the animals would bite was always if it has teeth, it bites. 

Stay safe enjoy the animals from a distance. 

My adventure continues

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Mount Rushmore night and day viewing it makes a huge difference 

When packing up to leave Yellowstone, I chatted with a fellow camper about traveling and our next destination, Mount Rushmore. He told me about how special seeing it at night was all lit up. I was sad to think I would miss it. I didn’t miss it though. We drove through Wyoming, stopping in Deadwood for a brief 45 minute break and headed south to the memorial. 

We arrived in Keystone, a quaint old town in South Dakota around 8:30. I couldn’t wait to see Mt. Rushmore so this towns explorations would have to wait until tomorrow morning. 

Amazingly, like it was meant to be,   we pulled into a parking spot and walked into the memorial with time to spare. BTW It was only $11.00 for an annual parking pass, there is no individual admission charge after you pay to park. 
Back to the night lighting ceremony. We entered passing tall pillars with each state flag. Upon reaching the top observation area the speaker began giving information about President Roosevelt. For twenty minutes a soft voice spoke of the history of each great man depicted in stone. 

In almost complete silence the lights went on and the mountain was aglow. Honestly I heard the crowd gasp as we all took in the greatness and amazing site before us. It was breathtaking, and to think I almost missed it. 

I headed down the side stairs to explore and was stopped in my tracks. All military members current and retired were asked to come on stage. The park ranger acknowledged and thanked the group for their service. Next the ranger asked for assistance in lowering and folding the American flag, again the crowd remain silent during this ceremony. My favorite part of the night was when each military personnel was asked their name and the branch of service they represent. I was honored to see each man and woman, young and old, stand tall and proudly announce who they are and their branch. I loved when instead of simply saying “Navy” “Marines” or “Army” they would say “UNITED STATES MARINE CORP!” or “US ARMY”. Of course lots of Oorah! and Hooah! Just thinking about the freedoms I have thanks to our military choked me up a bit. So glad I got to see Mt Rushmore at night thanks to my open nature and ability to have friendly conversations with strangers. That’s why hubby calls me the ambassador. I love smiling and talking, you never know what you might miss out on if you stay quiet.

Next blog Mt Rushmore during the day. 

Day 10 of 16 on our road trip…. Don’t worry be happy☺️😢

You’ve decided to take a long road trip with your darling husband and 10 days into the trip there’s an argument, or your irritating each other. You are stuck.

I speak from experience.My husband isn’t a talker even when he’s happy. Ok fine he drive I read or sleep. My go to was usually ebooks or read a paperback. This trip had been blogging.

I bough a diary I think will be added to the mr Cranky pants survival kit.

This trip I actually took a long walk until he figured out what the problem was and why I being ignored.

Space seems to work best in my relationship. My husband has sa condition that doesn’t allow him the ability to take blame, admit he was wrong or simply say he’s sorry. I think a lot of men and woman are afflicted by this horrible illness. We’ve been together over 28 years. He’s not going to change but each of us have learned how to adjust our sails so we end up in the same place. Have fun learning new things about each other. Road trips are sometimes the only time we do talk. Just not this morning. We were good by the afternoon. A little food helps. I was in the dumps myself so sleep helped me to adjust my sails.

Sleeping in a hotel tonight is stretching our budget but I needed this time. Recenter remember why we are best friends underneath it all.

The adventure continues tomorrow in LAS VEGAS 🎉🌟😂🚔👹😈👽💀

Maybe he’ll remember why he married me and wanna do it again! Or maybe just. New tattoo for me.

Adventure is out there. Don’t wait until you’re too old to take advantage of it



See you soon

“Shoe Tree” mystery unlocked and new finds, The Little Library and Heards Market

No internet has made my stories out of order. Sorry. 

From July 25, 2016

A quick search of the Internet uncovered a few stories of shoe trees across the county. 

One story is about a newly wed couple who got into an argument and the husbands shoes were tossed into the tree. They made up and a returned years later seeing people had added shoes. They add a pair of baby shoes. 

One site even has a Map of shoe treesacross the US. Apparently the tree we saw isn’t the original tree for the Reno area. It’s quite a lengthy story because I had a few surprises while investigating. Please bare with me l will get back  to the shoe tree by the end. 

Hubby continued driving north, stopped for gas and to mail a postcard to my kids. After gassing up in Susanville, we only drove a few mile before passing an old grocery store. 

Another U-turn and we were in front of Heard’s market. The market was closed so I leaned out the window to take pictures. Something was sitting on a banana box  on the large front porch. It caught my eye so I jumped out of the truck bare foot and timidly made my way across the gravel. I have city feet, way too tender to walk too far. Five steps up and I was sitting crossed legged in front of a little red house with a glass door.  It had books inside. It was called a Little Library.  

The rules for the Little Library are simple: take a book of you want or need one, pass it along when you are done enjoying it, and when possible donate a book. 

I love books! Seriously I devourer 4-5 in a week. Plus I listen to audio books to pass time when cleaning. This concept of sharing books made me so happy it inspired me. 

I usually buy ebooks but I collect a few paperback books from favorite romance authors. Donna Michaels, Becky McGraw, Rhonda Lee Carver, Sable Hunter, Em Petrova, David Michaels and Jill Shalvis. Just to name a few I usually have at least one of these on me. There’s a few more I’ll tell ya about another time.  On road trips I always have one paperback from one of these authors in case I’m near water or my iPad goes dead. If you love adult romance and Cowboys, I’ve added links to their websites or Facebook page. I don’t get anything for posting it but when they sell books, they keep writing. That makes me happy.

Jumping up I dig through my “go bag”. I’ll post the importance of a go bag another time. I found Double play by Jill Shalvis. I signed the inside cover from Shotgun Rider. 

As I am closing the door to the little red library a man steps around the corner from behind the store. I squeaked out a “hi” but still sit bare foot and cross legged on the porch. 

I explained how we passed by and when I saw the little library I couldn’t resist adding my book. The gentleman very appreciative of the book donation saying it’s been a long time since anyone has added a book. 

We shook hands introducing ourselves. His name is Robert Cooper and he lives behind the store near his friend who owns the store. 

Mr. Cooper was kind and told us some of the history of Heards Market. The store has been around since 1892 and owned by the current family since 1940. One day while traveling from Oregon, Mr. Cooper came into the store for a sandwich met the owner and became such good friends he eventually moved in. He tells me the sandwiches are worth the trip. 

Unfortunately even though Mr. Cooper tried to get the keys to open up for us we didn’t get to try one this trip. 

Finally back to the shoe tree. I figured it was worth asking Mr. Cooper if he knew anything about the shoe tree we passed when leaving Reno.

Mr. Cooper knew of the tree. The story he told us is the one I choose to believe. Originally the shoe tree was where people would place usable shoes for anyone who needed a pair. That original tree was damaged by vandals and this new tree we passed eventually was used in the same way. At some point travelers started decorating with older shoes, signing and dating them. Very few shoes are in good enough condition to be worn by anyone. 

So the mystery to me has been unlocked. Even better I was graced with meeting a kind man who shared some old storied with me. 

I hope to travel by again so I get to try that sandwhich.   

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Finally some BBQ

I have been looking for a BBQ for 6 days now. Finally going into Yellowstone, we passed and u-turned again (because we must be great at u-turns by now) stopping at the Beartooth BBQ 111 N Canyon West Yellowstone, Montana. 

We ordered sliced beef brisket, ribs, and pulled pork. Our side are vinegar coleslaw, fresh BBQ pottos chips, potatoes salad and baked beans. 

This BBQ is really good. I mixed their two regular and spicy BBQ sauces together to make the perfect blend for me. They also put a slice of red onion, white bread, and a pepperccini on the plate. Cuts through fat of the meat…. Excuse the drool. I haven’t had good be in a long while. 

My favorite is the brisket hands down. 

Plus we had a fairly quiet dinner with a/c and only 1 other family eating  while we dined. 

Next stop Yellowstone Old Faithful Cabin.