Breakfast at the hippie cafe Keystone Diner (complete with "brindled" cat a la Irie) in Eugene, the "track city" (as in track and field, not tracks of your tears) was followed by a marathon drive through national forests to Susanville, CA, a close enough distance to Reno if you're sick of watching out for deer. Apparently Susanville's local lake contains a species of trout unique to the lake. Overheard at dinner was the chef clarifying to the waitresses that he was a gigolo (not a prostitute) in and around LA in his youth. Apparently only dinner and drinks was required, and anything more was "to his discretion."
Finally the prize for best placename on this leg goes to Jumpoff Joe Creek somewhere in southwest Oregon.
It's impressive how friendly the motel front desk staff everywhere we've been are - especially at $50 a night.
Reno tomorrow - for now it's Sierra Nevada pale ale in bed!
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watch out for small, pasty, snively dudes with dandruff and cop mustaches when in Reno. That's where they breed em' real good. Also, try to stay in a older faded glory casino with at least one or two letters missing in its marquee whilst there. makes it more authentico. j.
Faded glory is the order of the day here. We are in the ElDorado right now - I imagine its peak was in the 70s.
The Nugget, where I had an Awful Awful burger, was the most old-school place we went to. :^D
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