Another day another adventure

Memorial Day is upon us and so is the traffic.  I pulled out of Sisters and rode 42 miles through moderately flat farmland and cruiser into Prineville.  A redneck town for sure, one place I really wasn't thrilled to be in, depressed and totally un-scenic. Sitting on a park bench munching   on some food I had on board, I checked all the my options of the places to stay.  Nothing appealed to me so I thought a cold beer from the brewery behind me would be a good way of thinking over the matter.  As I was about to walk in, I struck up a conversation with an older guy driving a 86' VW  camper. I explained my situation and he said his wife and he would be glad to put me up.  What followed was amazing.  Walt and Pat have a beautiful spread out of town. I showered, changed and we headed off to some friends in the hills of Oregon who were having a whole load of very talented musicians show up to jamb. The food, the local craft beer, the setting and the awesome musical talent was truly serendipitous. One musician after another took a turn as the lead performer with all the others playing rhythm.  Violinists, guitarist, a harmonica player like no other and vocalists made up the ensemble.  After a totally good time we headed home. From now on "home" will be where I lay my head every night, wherever that may be. Once at home, Walt set to making homemade cookies and showed me his shop.  Tomorrow Pat is making me pancakes and I shove off for another 50 miles. More climbing, up up up I will slowly climb.  The Rockies are waiting.