When we finally get into the
edge of Coos Bay, I ring the Mapinator to see if he's landed yet -
“Hey buddy, this is Uncle Phil. Whereabouts are you located?”
“At the EdgeWater Inn. Just go through town and look for it on the left as you just about get ready to leave” John tells me.
“All right, we're on the way!”
and we're off.
The road splits into a one-way with stores and such in between. We get out of town and realize that we missed it so we do an about-face. On the way back in, we see it far off to our right and make a dash for it. He's waiting for us outside when we arrive – cleaning up his ST.
“Well, I need to get you and Ron Wayden in a cleanest ST contest” I tell him.
It's great to see John and to be able to ride with him again. We had a blast at the memorial ride for Dennis in Coalinga and I really enjoy his company.
We exchange hugs, unload our bikes, go up the stairs to our room. After the SeaDump Inn in Alaska, this place is tall cotton and way uptown. It's more like two suites connected than a room. It overlooks a little bay and very nicely appointed.
“You done good on this one, Mapinator!” I tell him.
After we pitch our gear and pick our beds, our stomachs tell us it's time to eat. We head downstairs and I ask the clerk at the desk –
“Any good suggestions where to eat?”
“Yes, just head back north a little bit and you will see the Timber Inn Restaurant. It's pretty good” she replies.
It's just a short ride and
we're there. We take off our riding gear and make ourselves at home. There's
enough food brought out to hurt a feller, but most of it disappears. As
the time gets late, we realize it will be along day for all of us so we
head back to the motel. It's been a good day and tomorrow holds the promise
to be even better in some ways but sad in another way.
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