The Red Hill Lodge in Weaverville, CA. Wednesday afternoon May 16th, 2007

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Jim's choice for pre-Fling HQ, good choice Jim.

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All accomodations included covered parking and a taste of the '50's.

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Jim, Rand, and I shared one large room making the stay maggot priced. We could have fit all the bikes under here but we chose to leave the picnic table in the shade.

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Even one person to a room prices were very economical.

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Not only did we have covered parking but each room had an outdoor picnic table.

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Beer and BS was available by the bucket as Rando and Jim demonstrate.

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After bugging on arrival time Rand's flat tire made him the last arrival.

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Weaverville straddles US299 and most everything we could need was within walking distance.

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On our way to dinner at a classy restaurant Mr. Quam recommended.

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Food was great if somewhat pricey. Many choices for brewskis but several were unavailable due to tap problems the night we visited.

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The whole group courtesy of our friendly waitress of Portuguese extraction. I did not post the pictures of our feet or of the ceiling. L-R, Me, Jim, Randoman, Rand, Halfway Harry.

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Rand was looking for take home brew but the rest of the inmates were more than happy to pose in front of the courthouse.

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Thursday morning we were clutch out at 10:00am and headed west on US299 toward Arcata but half an hour later we were stopped on the side of the road for repairs.

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As Harry put it, the worm had turned and blown out of Rand's holey tire.

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Harry to the rescue with a Stop-n-Go tire plugger and a bag full of mushrooms.

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The hole was so large the first plug pulled right out.

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The second try held as the boys did not pull quite so hard and used air pressure to help hold it in place.

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The Trinity River followed US299 until we started climbing out of the river valley.

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Looking west while the tire patching and inflation was completed.

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Harry says this should hold. I imagine its still holding as it made it the rest of the day.

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Near the end of US299 is the sleepy little town of Blue Lake where we stopped for lunch. Going with the flow we just ran into this place but the sign said BBQ.

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The tri-tip sandwich grilled outdoors to order was delicious. Some of the boys enjoyed the sunshine while my bald head rested in the shade.

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According to the sign this tavern has been around since the 1800's and was across the street from out lunch stop.

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