They plan on making the plane into a B&B Day 3
The day began with clean clothes and bad coffee. I made sausage, scrambled eggs, and bagels for breakfast. The day started well.
We met Darla and Steve at the activity center and sat down for a game of hand and foot. I’d never played this card game before, but it was a lot like Hearts, at which I excel.
We played a couple of hands to get me up to speed on the rules, but when we started in earnest, every time I did something I was informed that I couldn’t do that.
We paired up. I partnered with Darla and Buddy with her brother. I already knew that Buddy cheats at board games and pool, but now I learned that it ran in the family.
Steve won hand after hand. Toward the end I started getting the feel for the game and Darla and I went on a winning streak. When it came down to the final hand, they were ahead of us by five hundred points or so. I played a sneaky hand and caught them with a pile of cards in their hands. I started to tally my score and was corrected once again. You have to count your books before your card count. I had to rebuild my books so we could count them.
The first time I counted my 5-point cards, I had 45 points. The second time, I only had 40 points.
We went ahead and counted our hands. Steve and Buddy had 1195 points. Darla and I had 1190. They won by 5-points. Then there was the issue of the 5-points I miscounted. Hmmm. I wonder . . .
Soakin' in the Hot Springs We went back to our rooms for lunch. I made spectacular peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Then we all met at the spa and had a good soak.
The original pool has been cemented over, sand filled the bottom and huge boulders lined the shore. It’s about a hundred feet long and maybe fifty feet wide. There are several overhead pipes that spray cool water into the pool to make it safe for human habitation. Near the pipe where the hot water comes from, the water is hot enough to scald you.
And of course, as with all mineral hot springs I’ve been in, the water feels slimy.
I had to answer Mother Nature’s call, so I left the group and waded my way across the pool. There is a pipe railing at the edge of the ramp coming down into the pool. That’s there to prevent hapless fools from falling off the ramp and into deep water. Of course, with my bad knees and Meniere’s disease, I hold onto the railing as I walk down.
The pipe eventually disappears under the not very clear water so people can walk around the end. In my best imitation of a Mel Brooks movie, I spotted where the railing went under water and started across.
I stubbed my toes on the rocks and fell across the barrier, knocking all the wind out of my lungs.
I cried out and mothers covered their young ones’ ears. (Actually, I’m taking literary license here because they don’t allow little kids in the pool.) I mumbled a few more bad words and worked my way down the submerged railing which disappeared into the murky water.
When I thought I had gone far enough I turned toward the ramp and tried again. You guessed it. I stubbed my toes and fell on the pipe.
Grumble, grumble, grumble. &*((^%$#!!.
OK, I had to go down further. So I did. When I felt I had gone far enough I turned in again and immediately was attacked by a big orange ball. I fought my way loose and headed up the ramp, thinking, “they should put some sort of buoy at the end of the ramp, so people know where to turn.”
What did I say about hapless fools?
As far as I can tell, no one saw me and there was no laughing and snickering.
After the pool we returned to our rooms for a much-deserved nap. Eventually Buddy wanted to go for a walk. I wanted to get started on my travelogue. While we were talking, we spotted Steve and Darla taking Cody out for a walk. Buddy ran to join them, and I got to work.
After I finished the first two days of our trip, I was getting hungry. I decided to go ahead and make dinner. I had no idea when Buddy would get back and I wasn’t about to wait. If she couldn’t be here on time, she could just eat cold food.
As I put the finishing touches on beef teriyaki with broccoli, Buddy walked in the door. Now I have to tell you, we thought we made a perfect couple, until I discovered her fatal flaw. She hates cauliflower and broccoli, my favorite two veggies. We ARE NOT compatible.
The original pool has been cemented over, sand filled the bottom and huge boulders lined the shore. It’s about a hundred feet long and maybe fifty feet wide. There are several overhead pipes that spray cool water into the pool to make it safe for human habitation. Near the pipe where the hot water comes from, the water is hot enough to scald you.
And of course, as with all mineral hot springs I’ve been in, the water feels slimy.
I had to answer Mother Nature’s call, so I left the group and waded my way across the pool. There is a pipe railing at the edge of the ramp coming down into the pool. That’s there to prevent hapless fools from falling off the ramp and into deep water. Of course, with my bad knees and Meniere’s disease, I hold onto the railing as I walk down.
The pipe eventually disappears under the not very clear water so people can walk around the end. In my best imitation of a Mel Brooks movie, I spotted where the railing went under water and started across.
I stubbed my toes on the rocks and fell across the barrier, knocking all the wind out of my lungs.
I cried out and mothers covered their young ones’ ears. (Actually, I’m taking literary license here because they don’t allow little kids in the pool.) I mumbled a few more bad words and worked my way down the submerged railing which disappeared into the murky water.
When I thought I had gone far enough I turned toward the ramp and tried again. You guessed it. I stubbed my toes and fell on the pipe.
Grumble, grumble, grumble. &*((^%$#!!.
OK, I had to go down further. So I did. When I felt I had gone far enough I turned in again and immediately was attacked by a big orange ball. I fought my way loose and headed up the ramp, thinking, “they should put some sort of buoy at the end of the ramp, so people know where to turn.”
What did I say about hapless fools?
As far as I can tell, no one saw me and there was no laughing and snickering.
After the pool we returned to our rooms for a much-deserved nap. Eventually Buddy wanted to go for a walk. I wanted to get started on my travelogue. While we were talking, we spotted Steve and Darla taking Cody out for a walk. Buddy ran to join them, and I got to work.
After I finished the first two days of our trip, I was getting hungry. I decided to go ahead and make dinner. I had no idea when Buddy would get back and I wasn’t about to wait. If she couldn’t be here on time, she could just eat cold food.
As I put the finishing touches on beef teriyaki with broccoli, Buddy walked in the door. Now I have to tell you, we thought we made a perfect couple, until I discovered her fatal flaw. She hates cauliflower and broccoli, my favorite two veggies. We ARE NOT compatible.
Buddy Can't Resist a Challenge After dinner and some talking, I decided I wanted a piece of homestyle apple pie from the restaurant. We pulled on our coats and headed to the bar. We got there and there was only one other couple at the bar. Slow night.
You need to know that weird stuff happens to Buddy. Through no fault of her own, stuff just falls from the sky on her head. OK, got the picture?
You need to know that weird stuff happens to Buddy. Through no fault of her own, stuff just falls from the sky on her head. OK, got the picture?
The Infamous Triangle There was a ranch triangle with a bar to ring it hanging above the bar. With it was a sign saying, “Ring the triangle you will be required to buy a round of drinks for everybody sitting or standing le at the bar.”
That was like waving a red flag at a bull. Buddy grabbed the bar and rang the triangle to wake the dead. Everyone laughed. When the bartender returned Buddy asked him if he head the ring.
“Are you kidding,” he responded. “They heard it in Anchorage.”
She got off lucky. The other couple at the bar were getting ready to leave. They just had a cup of coffee. Cheap dates.
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