The coffee we found was far better than what we'd gotten the previous morning, and actually better than I've had from various coffee shops.
He had done his usual wandering in the morning, and he ordered a plain latte and handed her his insulated mug, and she got right to work on it instead of asking me for my order. So I had some time to study the menu. They didn't list the twenty-thousand combinations of syrups, flavors, and chocolates, only saying that each additional flavor was another fifty cents. They also had soy and almond milk as possibilities, but I ended up asking for an almond flavored latte.
"Not with almond milk, just regular milk and the syrup," I clarified, and she was grateful. I suppose she'd experienced the other side of that problem as well, as I've had almond milk lattes when I really wanted just a flavored latte. The best thing ever was that she poured the syrup in front of me and asked me to say when to stop, and I was pleasantly surprised to find that it was, indeed, the perfect amount for me.
I don't like too much syrup or a drink that's to sweet, and the shots she poured on was absolutely beautiful in color, consistency, and flavor when I finally got to drinking it.
It was nice to see the hardware store open as well, though it was so narrow, Jet wondered how anyone got anything out of it. Raine's general store had also moved to a completely new building about half a mile out of town, and it looked pretty posh. Though how they might still sell their 35 cent Fantas, I don't know.
There are variations in the mountains, the plains, and the little towns along the way; but on the most part, it can be the other edge of the sword of driving from source to destination. It's a way to actually experience every mile of the way, but you also pretty much have to experience every mile of the way. Luckily, with such empty two-lane roads, Jet got a lot of chances to practice his high speed driving skills without too many people to interfere and plenty of road of which to meander. He got a lot better at anticipating curves at high speed than when he started.
There are, as always, more pictures than I actually link to my journal up on Flickr. Take a look... some of the mountains really are beautiful, as are the plains, both sere and lush. And even these are more fun to look at in full size.
It turns out that petroglyphs are carved into the rocks, whereas pictograms are painted onto rock surfaces using mineral paints. The petroglyphs take advantage of the oxidation of the surface of the rocks, and when people chipped or banged away the outer surface, the paler rock would show through to make pictures.
Top Gun moved from San Diego out to here. And given the landscape, I can see why they did. We also saw several military helicopters buzzing about.
The view of the field of boulders was pretty impressive as well. And from that point they also had a display that showed where the ancient lake had once been up here, and how it had worn away the walls on the nearby mountains, giving them the washboard vertical faces they now had, and thinking of them as worn by the lapping of a lakebed made so much more sense. Being 400 feet underwater didn't make much sense, but they were talking millions of years of geographic change. It's all relative.
John and I had gone to some extra trouble this trip to actually stock a few things from Costco for our van lunches, so we had some really great salami, thin-sliced, in huge twin packs, along with all the rolls of Ritz crackers we could eat and then some. There was also a huge bag of dried, organic (non-GMO) mangos and smokehouse almonds. I can't eat an almond, anymore, without knowing that some bee pollinated it to make it.
We stopped for gas after all that, and I cleaned the front windows of all the bugs, went and used the restroom (one of those rules of road trips, always use one if I get to one), washed my hands thoroughly, and then raided the ice cream chest for an It's It vanilla ice cream sandwich between two oatmeal cookies that were then dipped in dark chocolate.
It was good, and I shared with Jet. John didn't want any, but he got his own stuff before taking the driver's seat again.
This is Pinpilan's Pincha but in an old skein of Green Mountain Spinnery's hand-dyed wool, back when that was what they did. Now they mostly just spin yarns. It's been that long, that they've changed their business model in some ways.
But the colors of the skein fit the feature configuration of the shawl pattern so well, I had to just make it. So I did, and finished it while listening to Jet giggle over old One Piece episodes. I think it will make a really excellent gift to someone.
It was the Field Notes that really caught me again. Tracking my heal numbers every day gave me a feeling for how I was doing, how far I'd gotten. I'd reached over a million heals on two of my three strange medi-guns, and it was fun to track. And I wanted a system by which I could do daily tracking, to my to do's in one place, and do the processing of the Artist's Way all in once place.
But those will be with my artwork. Not just a random bit of scrapbook paper that caught my eye.
And I realized that I could probably sell covered sketchbooks at the Studio Tour, with my artwork as the cover, for good amounts of money. And ones with original art for somewhat extravagant amounts if Etsy is to be believed. We'll see if that's actually the case on a local scale.
What finally sold me on the Bullet Journal system was the idea that I could get as organized as I wanted or needed give each week, and there wasn't a pre-printed format dictating how much or how little organization I had. I could do daily all I wanted, and then switch to weekly when not as much was happening, or log and process as much as my three pages of writing things out without disrupting the stream or scheme of the organizer. And the habit tracking pages that I can make to cover anything I want just float my little Achiever boat.
Uhm. Maybe I should write about my journal journey more extensively in detail after I'm done with my trip, but I thought a lot about it in the car... xD
But the room is new, comfortable, and has all the amenities of refrigerator, microwave, and flat screen TV along with the usual shower, sinks, beds, and toilet.
The town is significantly larger than Eureka, and when the list of local restaurants included, of all things, a Thai restaurant that actually had a few stars and reviews on Yelp, we decided to go there. We were all a little tired of diner burger and fries. And we'd gotten into California, so the risk felt like it was well worth taking.
The Pumpkin curry was sweet with coconut, and while it looks like it's flecked with all kinds of chili it really wasn't that hot. The eggplant and zucchini were good with the big chunks of chicken, bamboo shoots and other goodies. The Pad Kra Pow, the middle dish, was something we'd never had before, and while it was advertised with ground meat, this one came with neat slices of pork. It was fragrant with basil, ginger, and garlic, and I wish I could have captured the smell along with the image. The deep red oil wasn't actually that hot, but it was delicious.
The Tom Kah Gai was really good, and again was decorated all in red, but wasn't actually that spicy hot, it was deeply flavorful.
We ate everything and two orders of rice along with it all. It was so good, it seemed a shame to leave any of it.
We rolled back to the hotel, got all the pictures downloaded, showered as desired, and I got to write down what I wanted to write. *laughs*
On to Ashland tomorrow.