The “continental breakfast” at the Copper Queen was actually really good. Normally the hotel tosses out some bagels and cheap muffins and a pot of coffee. The Copper Queen put out an actual spread: scrambled eggs, sausage, muffins, French toast, waffles, fruit, yogurt, you name it, they had it. Oh, no bacon, at least not that I saw.
And their free wifi was broken, but the desk staff didn’t know anything about it so I was kinda screwed there, which partially explains why I didn’t post that night. Sorry.
…and then I was off.
804 miles, per teh google. I started out around 10:00 AM. It was hot. I stopped several times for gas. Funny, but the cheapest gas I got was in Portland (had to return the rental with a full tank).
Really, nothing much happened. I didn’t have many interactions with people. Had dinner in Boise – and I broke my self-imposed rule about “no corporate food” by eating at Wendy’s.
Honest. Nothing much happened. I just drove and drove. The views driving along the Snake River were amazing – that valley is phenomenal. I was also impressed, once again, by the change in scenery as I crossed from Idaho to Oregon. The mountains on the Oregon side of the border take my breath away.
But… yeah. Nothing much happened. I listened to my music. I drove. I thought, and thought some more. I texted Tracy when I could.
Nothing. Nope. Just drove. Really. Why are you looking at me like that?
Oh… right. Yeah, I did stop in Wells, Nevada, briefly. Is that what you’re thinking of?
I was just curious about the legal brothel there. Had a beer. Corona. They had no limes. Talked to Kat, the bartender, a tall older lady. Looked in the book – pictures of all the employees. Just curious. Talked to Sophie, one of the employees. Got a tour; saw the heart-shaped bed, the hot tub. Ended up in Sophie’s room – that place is really a maze, you know?
I guess most of the girls were still waking up, which seemed odd to me ’cause it was after 1:00 in the afternoon.
Sophie was nice, y’know. But she seemed a bit frustrated when I just repeated myself: “I think I’m just going to finish my beer and be on my way.” I said it several times. She kept wanting to “party” but I had a long drive still ahead of me.
Eventually Sophie brought me back to to the front room. Kat came out and asked me if I wanted to sit with any of the other girls. I repeated myself about finishing my beer. Kat nodded, looked away, and said, “So… you just came in for the experience, then?”
She said, “Well, if you’re from another state, it probably seems odd. But here, it’s just another business, y’know?”
I thought about all the strip clubs in Oregon, but I spoke words of agreement. I tossed a tip on the bar, feeling a little guilty for taking up their time (but not that guilty), and I got in my car.
Then I was on my way again. Just wanted to be home.