Bless My Geezer

Trip Start Jul 08, 2006
Trip End Sep 03, 2006

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Flag of United States  , Washington
Saturday, July 8, 2006

It was a fabulous downhill ride from Washington Pass, out of mountain territory, now narrow valley, farms, a different world. We laughed and laughed, the motorcycles that zipped by like cannonballs got fizzled out, that is, a stop by cop. So many tickets given out. We laughed and laughed.

Will we never get to Winthrop? My knee is tired from sitting sitting, let's get there, and out, I want OUT of this car.

Winthrop, population ?, elevation ?.

They want you to think of it as Olde West. Sidewalks made of wood, creaky planks and hitchin' posts, with BMW's parked out front of chicky stores, you want a western hat? Git your pitcher made in olde-time garb, the costumes offered up for ma and pa and even little kids.

We want ICE CREAM. It's hotter 'n blazes, giddy on to the corner there, oh no an awful line. We wait our turn. We wait and wait. Andrew wants the cookie-dough, I must have rainbow shebert, pay and find a shady spot. This heat know how to follow you, even into shade. Can we eat it all before it melts? We try.

Do it for the tourist spot. Andrew climbs into the saddle stool, grins a picture grin. Now there's a geezer statue there. Out back the Methow River dapples over river stones, it looks so cool, you want to wade across.

Let's go, I say. A hundred miles before we sleep, let's find the apples next.
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