Day Six: Breaking Up Is Hard To Do

Introduction:  I recently passed a milestone birthday, one of those numbers that as a child seems so impossibly large that you never expect to get there.  It came at the end of two years of personal disaster (see this post for an explanation, if you haven't already read it), and at a time when I desperately needed something good in my life.  I tossed around a lot of ideas of how to celebrate surviving the last year (lots of hospital time was involved) and making it to my birthday.  Finally, my husband and I decided to go see the Redwoods.  We had driven through several times, but always on the way to somewhere else.  This time, we would just head south and see what we could see.  We did some searching, settled on a few (very few!) priorities, and started making plans.  Somewhere along the way, we discovered a cool resort south and east of the big trees, where every "room" was a converted caboose, and decided that would be fun and unusual, exactly what we were looking for.  

These posts are my daily reports of our trip: the things we saw, the places we went, and the people we met as we drove approximately 1,500 miles in the course of six days, and had an adventure.  I tried to write down my impressions each night before bed, or over my first cup of coffee in the morning.  I wanted the memories to be fresh, undiluted by another day or days of travel and experiences.  I can only hope you enjoy reading them a fraction as much as I enjoyed living them.  (If you haven't read the first part of this series, the posts are here: Day One, Day Two: Part One, Day Two: Part Two, Day Three, Day Four, and Day Five.)

This morning we had to say goodbye to Featherbed Railroad.  It was HARD!

We dragged out of bed, procrastinating for a last few minutes, then finished packing and loading the van before we pulled around to the lobby building to top the cooler with ice, pick up our receipt, and have breakfast.  Tony outdid himself for our last day: chicken/fontina sausage, spinach and ricotta crepes, coffee and juice, finished with whipped cream-topped Nutella crepes for dessert.  I had to make them take my plate before I started scraping up the crumbs because I was already stuffed!  Tony and Peggy have been wonderful hosts, and we lingered over coffee, talking and laughing, far longer than we planned.

Saying good-bye.  Never an easy thing!

Sunny and beautiful  made it VERY hard to leave!

Eventually, though, we had to leave for the long drive home.  We started around the lake on Highway 20, taking a quick detour - just a couple blocks - to ogle an historic hotel in Lucerne.  We drove up and got a good look at the Lucerne Hotel.  Construction started on the hotel in 1927, but the 1929 stock market crash doomed the venture, and the property was foreclosed and sold.  It is now owned by Lake County, and is leased to Marymount College for use as a local campus, according to the information in the Hotel Lucerne News.

A beautiful building with a checkered past.

Hard to get a picture that gives you a good
idea of the size.  This place is massive!

For a different view of the hotel, take a look at this video, shot by a couple local teens while the hotel was closed.  I am guessing they were trespassing (not a great move to film that, guys), which contributes to the "Blair Witch" feel of the video.  And for a peek inside, this video from the Lake County Model A Ford club has some cool footage (Another thing for the "to do" list when we come back) And this one from the Marymount College lease signing ceremony is mostly speeches, but you do get the view of one room at the end.

(I got sucked into many videos of Lake County on YouTube.  You Have Been Warned!)

From there we headed back to the highway and east for I-5 and home.  We hit the freeway at Williams, an easy 40 miles east of Clear Lake.  No route 175-like surprises on this leg of the trip!

Turning north on 5, we had several hundred miles ahead of us.  We spent the day trading off driving, the passenger sometimes reading aloud from a book we'd found at a shop in Petaluma.  America Eats, on the Road With the WPA is a collection of works created by the Federal Writers Project in the early- to mid-1930s, compiled, annotated and expanded upon a few years ago by Pat Willard.  It's an interesting read, and just the kind of thing Steve and I often share on road trips.  A few years back we read a book about a miniature spy sub program, finishing the last few chapters by the light from a hand-held flashlight.

Somewhere along the road I realized I was relaxed and happy, grinning like a fool without a care in the world.  By some strange magic, our trip has worked exactly the way we wanted.  We unwound from the stress and intensity of the last 22 months, pushed aside all the care and worry and demands of our daily life.  I felt good, for the first time in a long, long time.  It was a nice feeling.

Temptation by the
side of the road.

About 55 miles north of Williams we made a stop at Olive Pit in Corning.  This is one of my all-time favorite roadside stops; a shop bursting with the local olives is an array of flavors, combinations and preparations.  Steve tasted - and then had to have - anchovy-stuffed queen olives.  I bought olive oils as gifts for friends back home, as well as some olives for me and pickled okra for another friend.  Yeah, it was an expensive stop!!

The original In-n-Out Burger.  Yes,
I have been there.  Many times!

Back on the road, we headed for Redding, another fifty miles up the highway, and our traditional lunch stop at In-n-Out.

I was born the same year as In-n-Out, grew up only a few miles from original location, and lived within walking distance of that same store for several years after I got married. The burger chain and their excellent food were a big part of my childhood, my teen years, and my early adulthood.

Once, many years after I left Southern California - and long before they had expanded outside the LA basin - my son asked if there was anything he could bring when he came to visit.  I jokingly said, "A double-double."  It arrived in his carry-on luggage, wrapped in protective layers of foil and insulating newspapers, a little worse for the wear.  Tasted heavenly!

Like this -
only more crowded!

We pulled into the Redding location about 2 pm, and found the parking lot, and the store, jammed.  At 2 pm on a Friday afternoon!  Service was still speedy, and the food as good as I remembered.  Sometimes you just have to keep with tradition.



And just like in Southern California, where everybody goes to In-n-Out, we spotted a celebrity: Amy Roloff from Little People Big World fame.  A woman at the table next to us saw her and said something to her companions; when they didn't immediately understand she turned to me and asked "That is her, isn't it?"  I nodded and she turned back to her friends, satisfied that she had, indeed, had a celebrity sighting.

We stopped for gas in Medford at about 5; finally someone else pumped our gas!  Oregon is unusual in that by law you cannot pump your own gas.  It's a great deal for us, but it does make for some awkward moments on road trips when we forget that we have to do-it-yourself in other parts of the country.

The entire trip had gone smoothly up to this point, and although we did run into a little rush-hour traffic in Medford, we never really encountered any awful traffic.  Occasionally there was someone in too much of a hurry, and there was one guy with a bicycle tied to the top of the pile of luggage that was strapped atop his car - the bike didn't look any too stable, and we were nervous the whole time he was in front of us.  Wish we had a picture of that - you'd understand instantly!  Steve just didn't like the idea of a bicycle coming through the windshield.  Or the radiator.  Frankly, neither did I.

Close to home!

Finally, about a quarter of nine, we pulled into Eugene.  We lived there for many years, and still have some very good friends in the city.  We met one of our favorite couples for dinner (us) and dessert (them).  We sat in a coffee shop and caught up in a way we hadn't been able to do for nearly a year.  It was wonderful to see them, and we could have easily spent several more hours talking and getting the latest news, but we still had a long drive home.

About 60 miles up I-5, we took the turnoff in Salem, and were finally on the last stretch to home.  The 50+-mile drive over the coastal mountains is very, very familiar; we have made it every few weeks (at least) for nearly 15 years - and last year, while my mother was ill, I was making the round-trip every weekend.

Kinda like this.
Only dark!

But somehow, no matter how familiar the road, no matter how far you have already driven, the last 20 miles feels like a thousand.  We pulled up in front of our house about 1 a.m. - tired, happy, relieved that we would be able to sleep in our own bed.  We gathered the necessities (medications, electronic goodies, etc) that we didn't want to leave in the car, or that we needed immediately, and left the rest of the unloading for morning.  There wasn't anything in the suitcases we couldn't live without for the next few hours.

We petted the kitties, and listened to their complaints about our absence, made a quick check of email for any immediate crisis (none), and tumbled into bed.  Sleeping late was on the agenda, since there wouldn't be one of those amazing breakfasts to make it worth getting up!

This has been one of the greatest vacations I have ever had, thanks in large part to Tony and Peggy at Featherbed Railroad, and especially thanks to my companion of 30 years, my husband Steve.  It was a great trip, a wonderful birthday present, and I made memories that I will treasure for the rest of my life.

My thanks also to each of you who has taken the time to read my reports, look at our pictures, and enjoy our vacation along with us.  And if you stop at Featherbed Railroad, be sure and tell Tony we sent you.

Now go out there and make some memories of your own!!

Day Five: Petaluma, Dinner, and the Company of a Fabulous Writer

Introduction:  I recently passed a milestone birthday, one of those numbers that as a child seems so impossibly large that you never expect to get there.  It came at the end of two years of personal disaster (see this post for an explanation, if you haven't already read it), and at a time when I desperately needed something good in my life.  I tossed around a lot of ideas of how to celebrate surviving the last year (lots of hospital time was involved) and making it to my birthday.  Finally, my husband and I decided to go see the Redwoods.  We had driven through several times, but always on the way to somewhere else.  This time, we would just head south and see what we could see.  We did some searching, settled on a few (very few!) priorities, and started making plans.  Somewhere along the way, we discovered a cool resort south and east of the big trees, where every "room" was a converted caboose, and decided that would be fun and unusual, exactly what we were looking for.  

These posts are my daily reports of our trip: the things we saw, the places we went, and the people we met as we drove approximately 1,500 miles in the course of six days, and had an adventure.  I tried to write down my impressions each night before bed, or over my first cup of coffee in the morning.  I wanted the memories to be fresh, undiluted by another day or days of travel and experiences.  I can only hope you enjoy reading them a fraction as much as I enjoyed living them.  (For anyone who hasn't seen the previous posts, here are links to Day One, Day Two/Part One, Day Two/Part Two, Day Three, and Day Four.)

One of the squirrels who entertained us with their antics.

Slow start today.  Since we decided to stay another night, we're just hanging around and kind of refilling our batteries, though we will head out soon for a leisurely trip to Petaluma (about 100 miles) for an early dinner with Steve Hockensmith, the author of the spectacular Holmes on the Range mystery series, as well as much other Good Stuff.  Actually we have to leave soon, or we are going to dissolve into a puddle of relaxation and become completely inert, which would not bode well for dinner!

Weather like this made it a perfect getaway!

Breakfast this morning was an excellent baked egg dish, preceded by a cup of fresh fruit - cantaloupe, honeydew, and blueberries - and followed by fresh strawberry sorbet.  The egg dish was a mixture of eggs, cheese, ham, and potatoes, baked in an individual souffle dish, light and fluffy in the middle, seasoned to perfection, with a golden crust on the outside.  Very delicious.  And fortunately for me, Steve doesn't care for strawberries, so I got double dessert.  Heaven!  The food here at Featherbed Railroad is worth the trip all by itself.  (I think I'm starting to sound like a shill, but this place has been amazing!  I can heartily recommend it to anyone looking for a place to relax and recharge.)

Our caboose.
 With sunshine like this every day it was hard to leave!

The one thing I haven't mentioned yet is the weather, which has been pretty-near perfect.  Clear and sunny, but not too hot, with a light breeze.  The evenings have been cool, but just right for sleeping with an open window and no heat or AC.  We couldn't have asked for better.  Perfect for sitting and reading, or taking a drive, or really just about anything.  I realized this morning that we have not turned on a TV since we left home Sunday morning.  I haven't missed it, either, though I know there will be a pile of stuff on the DVR when we get home, and I will want to catch up.  But for now I am relishing the peace and quiet.

Beautiful and peaceful.  How could you not relax in this place?

Later:

From the Cucina Paradiso Website.
It really is this lovely, and the food is amazing!

Made the round-trip drive to Petaluma, and had an amazing dinner with the fabulous Mr. Hockensmith, who is just as great in person as he is online.  We ended up at Cucina Paradiso, a wonderful Italian place with a slightly-upmarket but very relaxed and friendly vibe, and truly incredible food.  We arrived just as they opened for dinner, and were the first people in the place.  We figured it was a good sign when the waiters were talking to each other in Italian as they set up.  Also a good sign?  The groups of people that kept coming through the door.

We started with a Caprese appetizer that was superb, and excellent baguettes with a seasoned olive oil for dipping, then the Steves (York and Hockensmith) had Caesar salads.  I skipped salad, knowing I would never be able to finish.  For dinner I ordered Capellini Al Pomodoro E Basilico - one of my favorite things. Steve Y had Spaghetti Cozze E Vongole, which he declared excellent; the mussels were huge and tender, and the clams very tasty.  The other Steve had Pollo Rotolato Arrosto, which he also said was excellent. (Yes, if we were really foodies we would have taken pictures.  I was too busy enjoying the food, just like the breakfasts and the meal at Blue Wing Saloon.  I'll go back soon and take pictures, okay?)

Six short stories.  A great
introduction to the
Holmes on the Range series!

We lingered for a while, talking about writing and publishing and how to maintain a career in the current climate; all the things writers talk about when they get together.  It's a conversation we have often with other writers, as the publishing industry goes through some serious transformations and we each try to figure out our place in it.  For those of you who aren't familiar with Steve Hockensmith, take a look at this marvelous collection of short stories.  You won't be disappointed!

We passed on dessert, opting to wander a bit and look for a coffee and dessert stop after letting dinner settle a little bit.  We walked a couple blocks, then backtracked and eventually ended up at Lala's, just a couple doors over from the restaurant.  An old-fashioned ice cream parlor decor, stools at a granite-topped bar, and excellent coffee ice cream, as well as many other flavors and concoctions.  But after our dinner (I had to leave about half the capellini because I was full), a single scoop of coffee was as much as I could handle.  There was more conversation, and we probably could have talked late into the night, but Steve H had promised to be home for bedtime.

Then it was back on the road for us, and about 90 minutes later we stopped a couple miles from our B&B to fill the gas tank, wash the windows, and replenish the ice in the cooler - all in preparation for tomorrow's sprint for home.  The plan is to have one last Featherbed Railroad breakfast, and then dash over to I-5 and head north.  With luck we will be able to hit In-n-Out in Redding for lunch, then Eugene for dinner with friends, and a final push over the mountain and home.  We figure if we get too tired we can always find a motel, but after four nights of a genuine featherbed, we aren't likely to be comfortable anywhere but our own bed.

Midnight now.  Time for a quick bath, and then I need to tumble into bed.  Morning will come way too soon!

Day Three: Welcome to Lake County!

Introduction:  I recently passed a milestone birthday, one of those numbers that as a child seems so impossibly large that you never expect to get there.  It came at the end of two years of personal disaster (see this post for an explanation, if you haven't already read it), and at a time when I desperately needed something good in my life.  I tossed around a lot of ideas of how to celebrate surviving the last year (lots of hospital time was involved) and making it to my birthday.  Finally, my husband and I decided to go see the Redwoods.  We had driven through several times, but always on the way to somewhere else.  This time, we would just head south and see what we could see.  We did some searching, settled on a few (very few!) priorities, and started making plans.  Somewhere along the way, we discovered a cool resort south and east of the big trees, where every "room" was a converted caboose, and decided that would be fun and unusual, exactly what we were looking for.  

These posts are my daily reports of our trip: the things we saw, the places we went, and the people we met as we drove approximately 1,500 miles in the course of six days, and had an adventure.  I tried to write down my impressions each night before bed, or over my first cup of coffee in the morning.  I wanted the memories to be fresh, undiluted by another day or days of travel and experiences.  I can only hope you enjoy reading them a fraction as much as I enjoyed living them.  (In case you missed them, here are links to Day One, Day Two-Part One, and Day Two-Part Two.)

Somehow, on the days I don't have to get up early I wake up even earlier than usual.  This morning, for instance, I woke up, realized it was bright and sunny outside, and was immediately worried we had slept right through breakfast.  I looked at the clock.

It was 6:44 a.m.  Breakfast?  Between 9 and 10.  No, we hadn't missed it.  I don't think I ever really got back to sleep, but I read and dozed for about 90 minutes before I decided to get up and get dressed.

A train track around the dining room.  Surprised?

Even though I am not a morning person, it was well worth getting up for breakfast.  I made it over to the lobby of Featherbed Railroad a little before 9:30, and met Tony Barthel, my host.  Tony, I have to point out, is a great guy and super friendly.  Breakfast was wonderful.  German Apple Pancakes, chicken/spinach/fontina sausage, good coffee and juice.  Cece brought us each a plate with a large sausage, and a soufflé dish full of a delightful custardy base topped with thickly-sliced apples and a light, buttery glaze on top.  Yummy, and more than we could finish, more’s the pity!

I should have taken a picture of the Pancake, just to torture y'all!  Instead, you'll just have to stay with Tony and Peggy, and see for yourself.

 We came back and picked up a little - Tony and his crew will take good care of you, but they won't come in your caboose unless you ask.  We didn't need much, so we made our own bed and enjoyed the feeling of complete privacy.

Reasted and very well-fed, we got in the car for a tour of the area.  We drove around Clear Lake, taking several hours to explore the small towns along the way.  As much as we could, we stuck to the back roads that clung to the lakeshore instead of the faster, less scenic highway.  I have no idea how many actual miles we covered, but the trip took about five hours.  Those little squiggly lines on the map?  Those are the roads we took; those, and a few that I don't think are even on this map!

(Fishing, by  the way, is an important part of Lake County recreation.  My thanks to rbbassfishing.net for the map of the lake.)

Historical marker for the stone jail.

Is this the country's smallest jail?

In Lower Lake we found what claims to be the smallest jail in the United States.  Built in 1876 by local stonemason Stephen Nicolai out of locally quarried stone, the tiny building is on Main Street.

We saw fantastic views of the lake and the surrounding area, hills covered with grape vines (this is wine country after all), tiny towns that had been here for many years, and generally cool stuff everywhere we went.

A view of the lake as we started out in the morning

Grape vines cover the hills surrounding Clear Lake.

Lake County is home to many wineries.  Although we didn't go for tasting this trip, the views as we drove through the acres and acres of grape vines were spectacular.

The Carnegie Library in Lakeport.

Lakeport, on the west side of Clear Lake, is a beautiful small town with several historic buildings and a gorgeous park on the lakefront.  We stopped there for a few minutes, admiring the view, watching a harvest operation clearing some kind of plants out of the water, and admiring the beautiful Carnegie Library building that sits next to the park.  The result Andrew Carnegie's philanthropy, Carnegie libraries were built across the country in the late 19th and early 20th century, and are exquisite example of the architecture of the period.

The library sits next to a waterfront park.  And yes, the weather was this good!

Another view of the park in Lakeport.

There was some kind of clean-up operation on the lake.

Whatever it was, they hauled a lot of it out with cool gizmos!  Aqua-dozers!

The view from the porch.  Hard not to like!

We had a wonderful time, and arrived back at the B&B ready to relax for a while.  We watched squirrels race around the lawn in front of our caboose (Caboose!) and sat on the porch of the main building for a long while, talking with Tony, our host.  Eventually Peggy got home, they headed off for dinner with friends, and we wandered back to our temporary home.

The porch was a wonderful place to hang out!

We got a picture of a hummingbird at the feeder on the porch.
Hard to see, but he's to the right of the feeder, at the edge of the roof.

Steve in his favorite place; the cupola!

I worked and read for a little while, and Steve flaked out and took a nap.

By the time he woke up, we needed to get some dinner, which wasn't as easy as it sounds.  Lake County's population is small, about 65,000, spread over more than 1,300 square miles.  The biggest town, on the opposite side of the lake from us, is about 14,000 - so not a place for all-night dining or late-night entertainment.  We didn't go out until after 8, a bad mistake when looking for food.  We ended up with Taco Bell again, then home for a soak and some quiet time.

Tomorrow: More exploration, and the Highway that led to wine!

Day Two, Part Two: Christy Mystery Goes to Trees of Mystery

Introduction:  I recently passed a milestone birthday, one of those numbers that as a child seems so impossibly large that you never expect to get there.  It came at the end of two years of personal disaster (see this post for an explanation, if you haven't already read it), and at a time when I desperately needed something good in my life.  I tossed around a lot of ideas of how to celebrate surviving the last year (lots of hospital time was involved) and making it to my birthday.  Finally, my husband and I decided to go see the Redwoods.  We had driven through several times, but always on the way to somewhere else.  This time, we would just head south and see what we could see.  We did some searching, settled on a few (very few!) priorities, and started making plans.  Somewhere along the way, we discovered a cool resort south and east of the big trees, where every "room" was a converted caboose, and decided that would be fun and unusual, exactly what we were looking for.  

These posts are my daily reports of our trip: the things we saw, the places we went, and the people we met as we drove approximately 1,500 miles in the course of six days, and had an adventure.  I tried to write down my impressions each night before bed, or over my first cup of coffee in the morning.  I wanted the memories to be fresh, undiluted by another day or days of travel and experiences.  I can only hope you enjoy reading them a fraction as much as I enjoyed living them.  (If you missed Part One, click here. And Day Two, Part One is here.)

Steve participating in one of the popular vacation activities: Photography!

Taking pictures seems to be one of the main recreational activities along Highway 101.  It quickly became a running joke as we passed vehicles stopped by the side of the road with their occupants deploying their tripods.  "Look, photography is happening!"  We laughed every time, as the word "Photography!" became a shorthand - but we were just as guilty.

And more photography.  Of course.

And even MORE photography!!  This man is addicted to cameras!!

One of the other main activities, one that frankly terrified me a good portion of the drive, was bicycling.  Intellectually, I have no problem with people cycling.  I know that it's good exercise, a great way to see the scenery, environmentally friendly, non-polluting - I've heard all the arguments in favor of cycling, and I agree with them.  Just not on this particular highway.  In many, many places the road is two lanes wide - two narrow lanes.  Traffic, especially in the summer, is heavy.  Drivers, as well as cyclists, are distracted by the views, the attractions, the sheer overwhelming beauty of the coast.  Cyclists, even the most conscientious and considerate, can sometimes stray - sometimes by necessity - into the traffic lane.  The bike lanes can be too narrow for actual riding, or broken pavement that a car or truck could tolerate will be too much for the narrow tires and delicate balance of a bicycle.  Which makes sharing the road with a bicycle nerve-wracking.  There isn't a good solution, cyclists have the right to be there, but it still can put a scare into you when you find one in your lane as you round a curve at the speed limit.  I applaud their dedication, but it still scares me.

Hard to miss this!  The tower is easily seen from the highway.

One place we wanted to see in Eureka was the Carson Mansion.  Sure, it's photogenic and all, but we had a more unusual reason.  Several years ago, I don't remember how, we obtained a large framed picture we believed was created to demonstrate the then-new "gee whiz" technology of computer plotter.  It is a rendering of the Carson Mansion done as a complex line drawing, and we wanted to see the real thing, and get a photo to display alongside the rendering.  We figured we'd be able to find the mansion easily, but we didn't know how easy!  As we approached Eureka, I suddenly spotted the tower atop the mansion.  Using it as a beacon, we were able to drive directly to the Mansion, home of a private club, and take lots of pictures from the street in front.

The Carson Mansion is a rare West Coast example of Gilded Age architecture and design

Close-up detail of the tower.

 We took lots of pictures of the Mansion, and of various architectural details, including the ornate fence and fence posts in front, and the beautiful house - now used as an office - across the street.

Another beautiful building, just a wee bit smaller

Close up of the ornate fence posts

and a view of the fence.

By the time we left Trees of Mystery and headed south, I knew we would be pushing it to get to our B&B before their desk closed at seven.  After our detour to the Carson Mansion, we stopped in Eureka to eat a very late lunch about 4, and called Featherbed Railroad, our intended destination.  The gal who answered said to take our time, they would just leave our key in our room and the door unlocked.

We had already resigned ourselves to the prospect of having to backtrack rather a long way to see the Avenue of the Giants, but with the deadline of 7 pm removed, we decided to drive through on our way and save the added driving.

The drive itself was about 25 miles, and it took over two hours.  We stopped again and again to marvel at one thing or another, and to stare up at trees that may have been standing during the Crusades.  At one point traffic jammed up in front of us and we slowed way down.  We quickly discovered the reason: a herd of elk, nearly in the road.





Here are some of the pictures we took while driving the Avenue of the Giants.  We actually cut back to the highway a little before the end of the road, because it was getting dark.  Amazingly, when we got out of the deep forest, it suddenly wasn't so dark!

These two pictures should give you some idea what it was really like to see these giants.  A tree had partially uprooted, and leaned against its neighbors.  Steve took several shots of the trees, impressed by their sheer size.  Then he asked me to stand in front of them, to give the shots a sense of scale.  Now I realize that I am not a tall person (5'1" if I stand up real straight), but you're going to have to look hard at that second shot if you want to find me.  (Hint:  I'm wearing a pink T-shirt.)

A leaning redwood...

... and a scale reference.  

And who could resist the opportunity to have their picture taken in a hollow tree?  Of course there wasn't really enough room for Steve to stand up, he is 6'6" after all, but there was still plenty of head room for him to sit quite comfortably.

Me, standing in a hollow log.

And Steve sitting, because it wasn't quite tall enough inside.

Welcome to Miranda, California, along the Avenue of the Giants.

By the time we got through it was past seven, and we still had 100-plus miles to our destination.  Fortunately, a good portion of that was on high-speed highway and freeway, and we made good time to Featherbed Railroad, our home for the next three days.  True to their word, our room was open and a key was inside.

Of course, this being us, this wasn't your usual B&B.  Steve's too much of an introvert for the communal nature of a traditional B&B, and I don't deal well with people I like first thing in the morning, much less strangers.  My co-workers know it's best to let me work alone in the morning until I've had several cups of coffee; the idea of sharing a hallway, much less a breakfast table, with strangers does not appeal to either of us.  (Yes, we understand that some people love that kind of stuff, and we applaud them for it.  It's just not for us, okay?)  But a private caboose?!?  How could you not love that?

Our first view of the cupola, after dark.

 Turns out you can't.  We unloaded the car in the dark, and hauled our bags up into the caboose.  We found a real featherbed, a jetted two-person tub, and a cupola.  A cupola, for heaven's sake!!  We got settled a bit, then drove off to find a late dinner.  By that time it was 10:30 on a Monday, so most things were closed.  But we managed to find a Jack In the Box (gourmet fare, I know!) and grabbed a quick bite.

Our first look at our caboose, looking at the tub from the door.

Looking the other direction, from the tub toward the door.

Back in the caboose (it makes me giggle just to type that!) we settled in for the night.  I soaked in the giant tub, we read a little while, and finally turned the lights out and slept in our cushy bed in a caboose.

This little guy was waiting for us on the edge of the tub.  He looks almost as happy as we were to be there.

Tomorrow: another adventure awaits!!