A wienerdog walks into a bar...

Sande and I rode over to Florence on my Rocket III this morning to eat a big pancake breakfast at the Rebeka's Jesse T. Jones camp ground. After we pigged out and Sande caught up with everybody we went over to see Randy and Colleen. Randy is raising koi all over the place. We caught up on all the news and then we left. While it was cool in the morning, it warmed right up by the time we left Florence. We stopped in Mapleton so Sande could get some water and stretch. While we stood there in front of Frank's Place Bar, a little red wienerdog wandered in through the open door. I immediately said: "A wienerdog walks into a bar..." Haven't been able to think of the punch line for it but it is clearly an excellent beginning of a joke. Five minutes later, the wienerdog came wandering back out of the bar. I guess they wouldn't serve him. We rode back on Highway 36. The parking lot at the slide at Triangle lake was packed. I have no doubt that the swimming hole was shoulder to shoulder. Sande had never been on that segment of 36 before. Turned right on Poodle Creek Road and looked at Greg's place. No apparent break ins. Stopped in Noti for gas. The R3 got 39 mpg on that fill up. A good 150 mile ride. N