Fortunately, getting hungry on Hwy 50 is no problem unless you are in between the settlements which are about 40 to 80 miles apart. The last time I saw one of these was in the Museum of the Rockies in Bozeman MT and the time before that was in my grandmother's kitchen in the 1940s.
We decided to eat inside and found some very good soup and sandwiches at the International Cafe. French fries not so good. They could not accept credit cards because someone had cut their telephone wires. Yes, that is what they said. I asked if a Mr Bates owned the motel across the road. They laughed.
Back in the saddle again after a good meal, and a nice rain storm which held the dust down. Carol took this picture of me admiring a road sign.
We finally pull into Reno in the late afternoon. I have a hunch we may not be back this way again, at least not very soon, but it was fun. Those two-lane highways are fun and not that many trucks either.
2 comments:
Well - are you coming through Post Falls so we can all have lunch. We don't have any cool stoves, though ;-)
Holy Mackerel Adrienne, somehow I missed your comment on my mini-travelogue. Of course, we will be coming through Post Falls one of these days when we visit our kids and grandkids further on down the 90 just east of Bellevue. Thanks for the invite.
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