Our lodging in Salem is at one of the chains we have utilized for most of this trip. The room is clean and large, and from our second floor perch we can see the bikes parked under the spacious awning, where earlier a maintenance crew was using a tall ladder and an air compressor to blow off the dust and cob webs that accumulated under the awnings ceiling. This is a first-rate place.
Also, part of the operation is a Denny's, that the desk gives us coupons
for breakfast. I was thinking of taking my compadre over to Costco for a
breakfast of scraps, as she usually enjoys that, but they probably wouldn’t be
open when we leave.
We settle on Denny’s and decide to blow off the coupons that
only allowed for an egg and toast, and order large off the menu.
I order a Denver omelet with real eggs that I’m thinking came from Colorado, but our server is unable to authenticate the origins
of Denny’s eggs, and might not even know that a chicken should have been involved
in the eggs that I now await. My compadre disappointed that Costco scraps are
not on the menu, and orders something with pancakes and slam in the name.
Since we have some time before timber town opens, and my
sister has sent me the address of the house my ancestors lived in around 1900,
I program the address into Ohms and away we go across the river to a older part
of Salem. I miss a couple of turns as usual, but Ohms “Recalculates” and soon
we arrive at the address, and maybe the house my ancestors occupied.
They must have added on, but I can just imagine my relatives
standing on the corner waiting for the whale oil signal to turn green so they
could get safety across the busy intersection.
We arrive at the motor company outpost early, and have an
enjoyable time chatting up, a fellow from the coast who is also planning on
having a motor company service experience.
We both need our hair “styled” and conveniently located
around the corner from the outpost is our favorite Salon “ La Great Clips” Our styling complete and while figuring out how to summon a Uber we discover in the
same mall Maravilla’s Bakery and their entire wall of pastry.
Everything looks so good, and its tough to make a selection,
so we decide on several to share, and some brewed coffee that turned out to be tepid
warm, but the pastries and resulting sugar high made up for what the coffee
lacked.
High on sugar we waited while our Uber driver tried to
figure out how to get into the parking lot to pick us up. Apparently his gps
led him to the other side of the mall to a industrial complex. Sure, glad I
never have that issue on Ohms.
Riding along towards downtown Salem our driver points things
out as we rattle over the rough streets. He goes on to say that “They” are
doing a lot of road construction this year. His comment makes me wonder
shouldn’t he have said “We” are doing a lot of road construction this year, but
the amerikan condition has removed the connection to the collective Us. Oh well
I should have asked him what size gun he carries., but maybe “They” took it
away as “They” have been planning that for quite some time.
At the riverfront park we discover that the carousel we had
planned on riding is closed today. “They” must have found out we were coming.
Disappointed that the carousel is shuttered we make up for
it by enjoying walking in the park along the river. The bridge is quite spectacular,
and so is the world.
And just like a real city on the water, the park even has a
paddle wheel dinner cruise boat tied up at the dock but shuttered along with
the carousel.
The north west is under a “High Heat Warning” from the
weather service and today lives up to this warning as temperatures are in the
high 80’s. Since the children at the water fountain are not allowing any adults
into the spray. we wander downtown and enjoy some refreshment at a café recommended
by our Uber operator.
We wait in the shadow of the golden pioneer for our return who Uber I have to help navigate to the motor company outpost. Her car also has some viscous bugs enjoying the ride near my seat. I hope are just fleas, cuz at least one helps itself to my blood down near my ankle, and leaves some impressive welts.
Back at the outpost the price for the bikes spa day has risen along with the temperature, but we gladly pay for their electricity and dinner, as even the crummy wash was worth the price, of having your rear tire report 90 lbs. as you scoot along I- 5 southbound for Springfield.
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