I heard from a few of you that you would not unsubscribe but indeed were looking forward to the rest of the story from last week. I fear it is not Paul Harvey quality suspense as you wait to hear all of the facts and information tied together in a memorable conclusion. I remember listening to Harvey on the radio as he recounted facts in that hypnotic voice. As I recall, he only relied on facts and accurate details, imagine what he could create with today’s conspiracy theory and misinformation age
I am pretty sure Mr. Harvey did his own fact checking, his reputation was golden. I wish he were here to critique the great Orange Wanker and his cronies. The rest of the story would likely be the jail terms or pardons they seek.
As we continued to meander through the end of our stay, so many things worth recounting. Thanks to the guidance of Florida Matt with a strong support from Google we sought out the places tourists seldom frequent. Carlos and Harley’s is a local Fresh-mex and Bar. The establishment is located at the site of the l881 Eden General Store. On our first visit after day two of skiing, we met Maria, she tends bar and waits tables. She suggested the best local beer, top shelf tequila, and the bacon wrapped jalapeno poppers. The poppers were home made and just hot enough and tasty enough to rank high on the order again list. A sign above the bar conveys a solid message, “can’t fix Stupid.” Difficult to argue with that logic. As we got ready to leave, we were told that we should return for dinner. Nice to be wanted.
Hot tub, liars dice, catching up on e mails and general discussion about family, politics and life in general before we headed back to Carlos and Harley’s. This time we were greeted by Olive Tree, our most memorable wait person. A classic hair style of dread like ropes perched on her head, extensive tattoos, to go with a clever and cutting sense of humor. One of us called our group the Brotherhood. Olive commented that name could carry negative connotations in today’s world. She was clearly correct and the Brotherhood was dissolved for YAHeart, but not always smart. We learned a lot about the local vibe, OT seemed to know most of the ski and music related folks in the little valley. The food was excellent, you see the house specialty above, the Molcajete, served in a molten hot volcanic stone loaded with fajita chicken and beef and obviously shrimp. It feeds two handily and is an amazing meal.
The picture below is the Marlin hanging in the bar at C and H. We do not know the details but assume it was not caught in the local Pine View Reservoir. One of our group believes that Carlos and Harley’s might be a take off of the famous Carlos’n Charlie’s in Acapulco. That may be the rest of this story.
The trip was made more magical by the secret ingredient in the Bower’s chicken sandwich, pickle dust. And Powder Mountain has a world class liftee, Kam, whose great smile and fist bumps were much needed on a very cold, blustery day.
Our world lost another excellent soul this week with the passing of Tracy Andrus. Tracy was exceptional in her business and community careers. She carried on the legacy of her famous father, Cecil Andrus at the Andrus Center. She will be missed by her many friends and family.
Thanks for indulging the travel log, I encourage you to get out of your own comfortable element and meet some new people. Cheers, Mike