There were two memorials today that affected Wild Bill and I. One was for a guy from work that Bill has known forever and I've known for a good twenty years, maybe more. The other was the younger brother of a young lady we've more or less adopted as a niece to us; he was tragically killed in a car accident just as he seemed to be making great strides in his personal life. I guess at the ripe old age of 57, this will happen more often, although losing Heather's brother is a shock because of his tender age.
Then later today I learned that my cousin's good friend from Brazil, who was flying up here to Michigan in about a week, was found dead in his home. This is the thing that scares me more than anything else in the world! Dj lived alone and had a few health issues (nothing nearly as extensive as mine but I guess normal for a man approaching retirement age?), and no one had heard from him in a few days. I don't know how long he had been gone before he was found, but I can't help but think "Did he suffer? Was he aware of what was happening and that he had no help?"
I really feel for my cousin Mike. He is the type of guy who, when he tries something new and likes it, he embraces it MORE than whole-heartedly. He enthuses in a manner so over-the-top, I find myself pulling back in fear from airborne flying chunks of passion! This is how he was about Brazil when he went there and took a bazillion photos, and this is how he was four years or so ago when Dj was last in the U.S.
They were looking forward to Dj spending the fall/winter holidays in Michigan: Halloween, with people wearing their costumes over their winter coats, American Thanksgiving, and a white Christmas. These will all be so hard for Cousin Mike. He suffers from his own debilitating conditions and has spent the past several years wondering how long he'd have a roof over his head, where next weeks groceries will come from, etc. Now he is living a little more comfortably and can relax and spend time with one of his closest friends in the world. Except he can't.
My theory is that we gimps feel these losses more acutely. We have fewer good things in our lives to look forward too, have already lost so much in the way of our lifestyles, and have given up our independence already. Everything we have left are therefore that more precious to us, especially our family members and our friends. I could be wrong--it may only be the gimps I know personally, and I just happen to be drawn to people who have a great capacity for love and caring. And with that I'll try to sleep and dream of baby donkeys.
Saturday, September 5, 2015
Why Don't People Report Their Missing Pets?
I do a tiny it of volunteer work for my county's animal shelter. I do a little social media work for them, networking with local animal lovers, area rescue groups, local businesses that have pet owners for customers, etc. I usually stop in at the shelter twice a week to see if there are any great stories about any of the animals, any plans for adoption events or anything else the Animal Control Department may be involved in. Anything I can "exploit" for the purposes of re-homing our guests is fair game!
I know the public image of animal shelters, and in fact I often still hear it referred to as "the pound." Dog catchers, usually the guys who couldn't cut it as garbage men, drive around neighborhoods snatching up innocent dogs and cart them off to doggy jail. Once all the little doggy jail cells are full, the dogs are dragged off to the gas chamber, howling in pain and desperation as they slowly die. Oh, and if you're a pit bull? You never see the inside of a kennel--you go straight to the gas chamber. That's what a LOT of uninformed people think a shelter is like. And you know what? Many of them are!
But not in Clare County. Our Animal Contol Director and our single Animal Control Officer are ALL about the welfare of the animals. Since there are only two uniformed officers to pick up strays, most of their time is spent answering complaints: dog bites, barking dogs, dogs digging up flower beds, etc. On the rare occasion that they DO pick up a stray, it will be on the way back to the shelterr or on the way to the next call.
Once a dog comes to the shelter as a stray,
I know the public image of animal shelters, and in fact I often still hear it referred to as "the pound." Dog catchers, usually the guys who couldn't cut it as garbage men, drive around neighborhoods snatching up innocent dogs and cart them off to doggy jail. Once all the little doggy jail cells are full, the dogs are dragged off to the gas chamber, howling in pain and desperation as they slowly die. Oh, and if you're a pit bull? You never see the inside of a kennel--you go straight to the gas chamber. That's what a LOT of uninformed people think a shelter is like. And you know what? Many of them are!
But not in Clare County. Our Animal Contol Director and our single Animal Control Officer are ALL about the welfare of the animals. Since there are only two uniformed officers to pick up strays, most of their time is spent answering complaints: dog bites, barking dogs, dogs digging up flower beds, etc. On the rare occasion that they DO pick up a stray, it will be on the way back to the shelterr or on the way to the next call.
Once a dog comes to the shelter as a stray,
Wiltse's Brew Pub
Wiltse's Brew Pub is on F-41 north of Oscoda, and is easy to find with their signage and multiple-entrance parking area. It is a perfect balance between foodie establishment and family restaurant, and I would feel comfortable bringing Grandmother, the teens and tweens, and the friends my own age that I'd bring for a good time, great food and relaxed atmostphere.
Not all of the seating is on the same level, but during my visit the hostess and wait staff displayed knowledge and experience in smoothly accommodating different abilities.
Not all of the seating is on the same level, but during my visit the hostess and wait staff displayed knowledge and experience in smoothly accommodating different abilities.
I haven't done much traveling around Michigan the past several years, so yesterday, Sept 4, 2015, was a pleasant change. Wild Bill and I took a day and just drove my sorry self around the northeaster areas of the lower peninsula just to see what we could find for a physically challenged person to do!
We stopped for lunch at the Rose City Cafe a lovely little spot perfect for a girlfriend lunch, big family meal, senior citizen dining, etc. The food was "home cooking" style, and the decor was grandmother chic. There was a ramp to one of the entrances out front, and the ladies room was plenty spacious for a walker or wheelchair. There were tables of several different sizes near the front, so if you had extra mobility gear with you, maneuvering should not present much of a problem. I ordered the French Dip, and it was incredibly salty. I couldn't even taste the meat. They also pile more fries on the plate than an average person can comfortably eat. Bill had a sandwich wrap that sounds as though it was a little more flavorful. The ladies room, while nice in size, has a door TOO SMALL to enter with a rolling walker or chair! It is plenty roomy once inside, but not of much use for a mobility challenged person, so bear that in mind if taking Mom or Grandma there for dinner.
We spent a good chunk of the afternoon at a park along US-23 in Alpena. It was the first walk along the beach I've had in over a decade! There is a paved walkway that extends from at least one park to nother, perhaps even further. I walked most of the length of the way between the two parks pushing my rolling walker and hauling a little oxygen tank. There was a children's playground with swings, slides, and what looked like a kiddie climbing wall, a roofed-over picnic pavilion, and a modern and well-kept bathroom/changing room near the beach. Tables and benches were randomly placed in both sunny and shady places in the park. The smooth enjoyable walking area, shared with bicycles and pet walkers was perfect for my rehab exercise; I was able to set a brisk pace and maintain it without interruption, even though it was the beginning of a holiday weekend. I am not sure Alpena is that much of a tourist destination, even though there are SO MANY great things to see and do in the area!
Downtown Alpena was bustling and vibrant. People were walking, shopping, stopping for coffee, and appeared to be running business errands because you saw everyone from those dressed in office wear to those who were stopping off on the way home from the beach, and everyone in-between. I was struck by the fact that even though this city is so full of fun things for visitors, it was NOT over-run with chintzy gift and souvenir shops. Perhaps they are all confined to a part of town we didn't visit?
Other towns we visited included Mio, Fairview, Hillman, Lewiston, Atlanta, and Roscommon. We stopped in Roscommon for dinner and wanted to try a place called Fred's, but the line was long, the wait even longer, and the inside was too packed to try negotiating with a walker. Instead we ate at a bar called Rosco's and it wasn't bad. They had a good Friday night fish/seafood menu and my shrimp was great but Bill said his tartar sauce tasted like it was made with low-fat off-brand mayo.
I am currently using oxygen because of deep-vein thrombosis leading to blood clots in my lungs. It appears I've had this problem for a long time but I was only diagnosed a month ago. We don't know yet how long I'll be using the O2. The PA I see for general little sniffles and referrals says anywhere from 2 months to a year--or maybe the rest of my life. Who knows? Tomorrow I'm going to venture out to a donkey ranch, and I'm trying to find a way to get a mobility scooter out there. I do not have a rack for it on the back of my car, and my car is not able to have one added on.
We stopped for lunch at the Rose City Cafe a lovely little spot perfect for a girlfriend lunch, big family meal, senior citizen dining, etc. The food was "home cooking" style, and the decor was grandmother chic. There was a ramp to one of the entrances out front, and the ladies room was plenty spacious for a walker or wheelchair. There were tables of several different sizes near the front, so if you had extra mobility gear with you, maneuvering should not present much of a problem. I ordered the French Dip, and it was incredibly salty. I couldn't even taste the meat. They also pile more fries on the plate than an average person can comfortably eat. Bill had a sandwich wrap that sounds as though it was a little more flavorful. The ladies room, while nice in size, has a door TOO SMALL to enter with a rolling walker or chair! It is plenty roomy once inside, but not of much use for a mobility challenged person, so bear that in mind if taking Mom or Grandma there for dinner.
We spent a good chunk of the afternoon at a park along US-23 in Alpena. It was the first walk along the beach I've had in over a decade! There is a paved walkway that extends from at least one park to nother, perhaps even further. I walked most of the length of the way between the two parks pushing my rolling walker and hauling a little oxygen tank. There was a children's playground with swings, slides, and what looked like a kiddie climbing wall, a roofed-over picnic pavilion, and a modern and well-kept bathroom/changing room near the beach. Tables and benches were randomly placed in both sunny and shady places in the park. The smooth enjoyable walking area, shared with bicycles and pet walkers was perfect for my rehab exercise; I was able to set a brisk pace and maintain it without interruption, even though it was the beginning of a holiday weekend. I am not sure Alpena is that much of a tourist destination, even though there are SO MANY great things to see and do in the area!
Downtown Alpena was bustling and vibrant. People were walking, shopping, stopping for coffee, and appeared to be running business errands because you saw everyone from those dressed in office wear to those who were stopping off on the way home from the beach, and everyone in-between. I was struck by the fact that even though this city is so full of fun things for visitors, it was NOT over-run with chintzy gift and souvenir shops. Perhaps they are all confined to a part of town we didn't visit?
Other towns we visited included Mio, Fairview, Hillman, Lewiston, Atlanta, and Roscommon. We stopped in Roscommon for dinner and wanted to try a place called Fred's, but the line was long, the wait even longer, and the inside was too packed to try negotiating with a walker. Instead we ate at a bar called Rosco's and it wasn't bad. They had a good Friday night fish/seafood menu and my shrimp was great but Bill said his tartar sauce tasted like it was made with low-fat off-brand mayo.
I am currently using oxygen because of deep-vein thrombosis leading to blood clots in my lungs. It appears I've had this problem for a long time but I was only diagnosed a month ago. We don't know yet how long I'll be using the O2. The PA I see for general little sniffles and referrals says anywhere from 2 months to a year--or maybe the rest of my life. Who knows? Tomorrow I'm going to venture out to a donkey ranch, and I'm trying to find a way to get a mobility scooter out there. I do not have a rack for it on the back of my car, and my car is not able to have one added on.
Thursday, June 19, 2014
Wurtsmith Museum, Oscoda, MI
The Friday before Father's Day, my sister, her husband and son, and I all went to see the Wurtsmith Museum north of Oscoda. My Dad worked at Wurtsmith Air Force Base, where the Museum now occupies three hangers, from 1967 until he retired when the base closed in 1993. Since Dad passed away in 2007, I set aside time for his birthday and for Fathers Day and still do the things we would have enjoyed doing together if he were still here with me. This year's June activity was visiting the old Air Force Base grounds and the Museum.
This is NOT a place I would recommend for elderly or disabled persons to visit. Like many small, underfunded museums, the building is not handicap accessible. The displays are too close together to be able to squeeze a walker or wheelchair between them all. There are a few small steps in the building, some uneven flooring between one display "room" and the next, and lots of wires and cables across the floor in the second and third hangars. The restroom facilities consist of one "handicap-accessible" porta-potty outside the entrance to the first hangar of the museum (yeah, I don't use those either!) with no way to wash your hands.
I didn't leave myself enough time to explore the rest of the former Wurtsmith Air Force Base. I wish I would have, but since I went with three other people, each with their own agenda, I'll have to make a trip back with only one other person. It was an INTERESTING museum, fascinating history for anyone interested in military history, Michigan history, or older technology, but not a place I recommend to my fellow gimps!
I noticed on my trip back toward home that some recent work has been done along River Road following the Au Sable River from Oscoda upstream to M-65. I'd like an opportunity to stop at several of the scenic overlooks, including Lumberman's Monument, Iargo Springs and the Canoer's Memborial. I know there are several decks and I wonder how easy it is to get to them. If anyone knows and would like to describe them to me, that would be great! *Insert big toothy grin here.* Or I may just visit them myself if and when I get over to Tawas soon to visit the Zoo.
This is NOT a place I would recommend for elderly or disabled persons to visit. Like many small, underfunded museums, the building is not handicap accessible. The displays are too close together to be able to squeeze a walker or wheelchair between them all. There are a few small steps in the building, some uneven flooring between one display "room" and the next, and lots of wires and cables across the floor in the second and third hangars. The restroom facilities consist of one "handicap-accessible" porta-potty outside the entrance to the first hangar of the museum (yeah, I don't use those either!) with no way to wash your hands.
I didn't leave myself enough time to explore the rest of the former Wurtsmith Air Force Base. I wish I would have, but since I went with three other people, each with their own agenda, I'll have to make a trip back with only one other person. It was an INTERESTING museum, fascinating history for anyone interested in military history, Michigan history, or older technology, but not a place I recommend to my fellow gimps!
I noticed on my trip back toward home that some recent work has been done along River Road following the Au Sable River from Oscoda upstream to M-65. I'd like an opportunity to stop at several of the scenic overlooks, including Lumberman's Monument, Iargo Springs and the Canoer's Memborial. I know there are several decks and I wonder how easy it is to get to them. If anyone knows and would like to describe them to me, that would be great! *Insert big toothy grin here.* Or I may just visit them myself if and when I get over to Tawas soon to visit the Zoo.
Wednesday, October 30, 2013
Jeep Creep 2013
Riverwalk Place provided the ideal place for gimps like me to fully participate and feel like we belong!
The Jeep Creep 2013 was a three-day event the last weekend before Halloween. It was an indoor/outdoor event with plenty of activities for those of us who aren't totally, absolutely crazy about Jeeps. If you are able to pull yourself in and out of a Jeep the event is otherwise barrier-free. I saw 3 or 4 wheelchair jockeys, two other rolling walkers and several pairs of crutches. It was a relief to NOT be the most decrepit person there!
Each of the three days had a big event for Jeep lovers. Friday night, many of the Jeeps were decorated in Halloween themes and drove in a parade from the Riverwalk Place parking lot all the way down M-61 to the east end of Gladwin, doing a U-turn in front of Kentucky Fried Chicken and returning back to the starting point. We were pleased to see so many locals braving the cold to watch, point and wave! Our dinged-up old Wranger sported a copper jack-o-lantern hanging from the front winch, a skeleton scarecrow hung from the radio antenna and twisting in the wind, and gooey green slime hands slid down the windshield. Every corner had a uniformed cop preventing traffic from interrupting the parade, and we joked that we should have swung through Clare to pick up from Cops & Donuts hand handed out semi-stale crullers to the peace officers. I must say, though, those in uniform seemed to be enjoying themselves!
Saturday the vendors filled the outdoor areas on the grounds. Must of them were tables and pop-up canopies with 4x4 add-ons, but there was a chainsaw carver at work, and a display of stone cutters who could make memorials, headstones, garden stones and markers with any number of designs on them--including Jeep logos, of course! Inside the garage area a local animal rescue group held an adopt-a-thon and collected donated pet food. The local Jeep dealership down the road had an off-road course and rock wall for registered attendees to attempt for $15. But the Big Deal for the day was the hour the parking lot was closed to moving vehicles and hundreds of trick-or-treaters swarmed the Jeeps in search of candy and loot! And by hundreds, I am not exaggerating; even with over 350 Jeeps registered, we ran out of candy with 45 minutes to spare! Wild Bill ran to the nearest store in search of something appropriate but it was a gas station convenience store and only had the full-size candy bars. Boo, what a couple of scrooges we were!
Sunday we had a choice between going to Rocks and Valleys for half price or the 3 hour trail ride up towards St Helen and Roscommon. We chose the trail ride, thinking it was be calm and would save wear and tear on our vehicle. WRONG! Within minute of leavig the road we were submerged in a deep puddle, stalled, but finally made it out on our own. Further up the road we stalled because the destributor was wet and we had to wait for someone to come along behind us with WD-40. The rest of the trip we kept losing power as the alternator died, and finally gave up when the fuel pump stopped running in front of the Richfield Township Fire Hall. Fortunately one of the leaders of our trail-riding group came along with jumper cables and saved us. We met some really fun people on the trail but unfortunately didn't get any names or phone numbers to get together for future rides.
If you own a Jeep or have a buddy who does, THIS IS SOMETHING A GIMP CAN EASILY DO!
Riverwalk Place is totally accessable,with ramps, smooth walkways, elevators and great accessible restrooms on all floors. In fact, most of downtown Gladwin has smooth sidewalks and crosswalks, although a few downtown buildings have steps up to the front door. Besides the Riverwalk Grill and the bar being open for meals, there were chili and burger stands strategically placed where attendees could purchase and consume hot food as they strolled and browsed. A person who needed a lot of rest would find many comfy chairs indoors and even more bench seating outdoors on the grounds. By this time next year I expect a bigger parking lot and expanded garden spaces, all beautifally landscaped to invite lingering.
We will be back next year with more decorations and a LOT more candy!
The Jeep Creep 2013 was a three-day event the last weekend before Halloween. It was an indoor/outdoor event with plenty of activities for those of us who aren't totally, absolutely crazy about Jeeps. If you are able to pull yourself in and out of a Jeep the event is otherwise barrier-free. I saw 3 or 4 wheelchair jockeys, two other rolling walkers and several pairs of crutches. It was a relief to NOT be the most decrepit person there!
Each of the three days had a big event for Jeep lovers. Friday night, many of the Jeeps were decorated in Halloween themes and drove in a parade from the Riverwalk Place parking lot all the way down M-61 to the east end of Gladwin, doing a U-turn in front of Kentucky Fried Chicken and returning back to the starting point. We were pleased to see so many locals braving the cold to watch, point and wave! Our dinged-up old Wranger sported a copper jack-o-lantern hanging from the front winch, a skeleton scarecrow hung from the radio antenna and twisting in the wind, and gooey green slime hands slid down the windshield. Every corner had a uniformed cop preventing traffic from interrupting the parade, and we joked that we should have swung through Clare to pick up from Cops & Donuts hand handed out semi-stale crullers to the peace officers. I must say, though, those in uniform seemed to be enjoying themselves!
Saturday the vendors filled the outdoor areas on the grounds. Must of them were tables and pop-up canopies with 4x4 add-ons, but there was a chainsaw carver at work, and a display of stone cutters who could make memorials, headstones, garden stones and markers with any number of designs on them--including Jeep logos, of course! Inside the garage area a local animal rescue group held an adopt-a-thon and collected donated pet food. The local Jeep dealership down the road had an off-road course and rock wall for registered attendees to attempt for $15. But the Big Deal for the day was the hour the parking lot was closed to moving vehicles and hundreds of trick-or-treaters swarmed the Jeeps in search of candy and loot! And by hundreds, I am not exaggerating; even with over 350 Jeeps registered, we ran out of candy with 45 minutes to spare! Wild Bill ran to the nearest store in search of something appropriate but it was a gas station convenience store and only had the full-size candy bars. Boo, what a couple of scrooges we were!
Sunday we had a choice between going to Rocks and Valleys for half price or the 3 hour trail ride up towards St Helen and Roscommon. We chose the trail ride, thinking it was be calm and would save wear and tear on our vehicle. WRONG! Within minute of leavig the road we were submerged in a deep puddle, stalled, but finally made it out on our own. Further up the road we stalled because the destributor was wet and we had to wait for someone to come along behind us with WD-40. The rest of the trip we kept losing power as the alternator died, and finally gave up when the fuel pump stopped running in front of the Richfield Township Fire Hall. Fortunately one of the leaders of our trail-riding group came along with jumper cables and saved us. We met some really fun people on the trail but unfortunately didn't get any names or phone numbers to get together for future rides.
If you own a Jeep or have a buddy who does, THIS IS SOMETHING A GIMP CAN EASILY DO!
Riverwalk Place is totally accessable,with ramps, smooth walkways, elevators and great accessible restrooms on all floors. In fact, most of downtown Gladwin has smooth sidewalks and crosswalks, although a few downtown buildings have steps up to the front door. Besides the Riverwalk Grill and the bar being open for meals, there were chili and burger stands strategically placed where attendees could purchase and consume hot food as they strolled and browsed. A person who needed a lot of rest would find many comfy chairs indoors and even more bench seating outdoors on the grounds. By this time next year I expect a bigger parking lot and expanded garden spaces, all beautifally landscaped to invite lingering.
We will be back next year with more decorations and a LOT more candy!
Sunday, September 22, 2013
Four-Wheelin'! (Includes review of Swiss Inn's accessabiliy)
Despite my fixed feelings about Michigan Mud Jam, I still enjoy 4-wheeling with my husband, family and friends! Last weekend we met up with our nephew and his wife in our Jeep and their Ford Ranger at Rocks and Valleys Off Road Park south of Harrison. Although I was really sick that day and had to give up after a mere 2-1/2 hours, it was a BLAST until I became to nauseous to continue on! (This was a result of the painkillers I was taking for a recently pulled tooth, NOT from the 4-wheeling itself.) This park has easy trails for side-by-sides and intermediate trails for riders like us, and EXTREME trails. I've never seen the extreme trails because they require specialized equipment to go down.
I enjoy the trail riding because it's something I can do a little of on my own. I'll leave the steep-hill climbing to my dear hubby, but there is no reason why I can't drive it through the mud bogs and twisting trails myself--as long as there are friends nearby to help me when I get stuck! But the beauty of it is, EVERYONE gets stuck sooner or later! Either stalled in the middle of a pond, sucked down in the mud, or high-centered on a rock! The only thing I am not able to do at this park is hook up the winch cable to a tree-saver or just plain push. So to my fellow Michigan Gimps--if you are a thrill seeker with minimum use of your legs, get your 4 x 4 buddies to bring you along! MOST people who enjoy a sport are happy to bring along a new enthusiast or show off in front of their friends!
Last night we went over to the same nephew's home in White Birch Estates outside of Farwell. The community has a 4 x 4 "play area" and that's where we played! It was a cold, drizzly day but our other nephew and niece from out of state was up for the weekend and they brought their side-by-side Yamaha! Our local nephew has one, we brought our Polaris Ranger over and the boys' dad has one that he rode over from Silver Lake. What a party! Also a childhood friend of the boys rode along with the dad, and a drunken neighbor came along in our two-seater for part of the ride. What a blast we had in that one dinky community pit! Of course my dear hubby wasted no time in plunging ours through the middle of the pond at the bottom, where the water rushed over our floorboards, soaked our feet and getting us stuck!
I enjoy the trail riding because it's something I can do a little of on my own. I'll leave the steep-hill climbing to my dear hubby, but there is no reason why I can't drive it through the mud bogs and twisting trails myself--as long as there are friends nearby to help me when I get stuck! But the beauty of it is, EVERYONE gets stuck sooner or later! Either stalled in the middle of a pond, sucked down in the mud, or high-centered on a rock! The only thing I am not able to do at this park is hook up the winch cable to a tree-saver or just plain push. So to my fellow Michigan Gimps--if you are a thrill seeker with minimum use of your legs, get your 4 x 4 buddies to bring you along! MOST people who enjoy a sport are happy to bring along a new enthusiast or show off in front of their friends!
Last night we went over to the same nephew's home in White Birch Estates outside of Farwell. The community has a 4 x 4 "play area" and that's where we played! It was a cold, drizzly day but our other nephew and niece from out of state was up for the weekend and they brought their side-by-side Yamaha! Our local nephew has one, we brought our Polaris Ranger over and the boys' dad has one that he rode over from Silver Lake. What a party! Also a childhood friend of the boys rode along with the dad, and a drunken neighbor came along in our two-seater for part of the ride. What a blast we had in that one dinky community pit! Of course my dear hubby wasted no time in plunging ours through the middle of the pond at the bottom, where the water rushed over our floorboards, soaked our feet and getting us stuck!
We all got stuck in the water or mud or got hung up on rocks--except our brother-out-law, who kept busy pulling everyone clear, ha ha! Except for having to keep my feet raised for so long it made my legs cramp, this gimp survived just fine! There was another smaller mud hole that we tore up something awful too. I feel really sorry for anyone who comes out there today to play because when we left the mud pits LOOKED very tame with no indication of how bottomless the mud really is!
We rode over to the Swiss Inn in Lake George for a bite to eat when it grew dark. They have a handicap entrance around back, which I didn't use because our party was plenty large enough to get me up and down the steps. The restrooms are tiny and awkward--too small to use if you are dependent on a wheelchair or rolling walker. Fortunately for me, I am able to take a few steps without my walker so I was okay, but just a warning for anyone who isn't that able. Everyone's food seemed to be good, but they had no croutons for the chef salad one of the girls ordered. Another girl regaled us with the story of her LAST visit to the Swiss Inn, which included a food server that had no concept of hygiene--yuck!
Rode a few more hours after that and finally ended the day around 11 pm at our nephew's house where we'd parked the truck and trailer. Good time had with good friends for very little money once again! Don't be afraid to reach out to your friends who enjoy this sport--they'll find a way to include you come mud or high water!
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