Sun 4:30 am @ Knight's Inn Yakima Washington
Cuda is packing furiously to get us out of this dive. An excellent afternoon of martinis and cigars outside our room turned ugly and fucking dangerous. Last evening we were being cased by a couple of scumbag denizens of the local low life population of downtown Yakima.I think they were almost going to go for it and shake us down for our valuables. We'll treasure this experience later but now its time to regroup and bolt.
"NO STINKING SMOKE IN ROOM CLEANING
CHARGES FOR US'
PROLOG 1
Fri May 25 Our last day before our trip was a planning get the list done marathon.It's always a hectic race to the finish when were getting ready for a big trip during the busy work season. We were up to the challenge this time and capped off our day with a comped sushi dinner at a nearby Japanese restaurant. Earlier that day I had come across a guy in my yard eying up my woodpile, not for firewood but for a few pieces of natural logs to use as planter stands inside his restaurant. Deference and respect for this man rewarded us handsomely with a complete free meal not just the free appy I expected.
Day1 Sat may 26 My pre trip list seems to grow the closer I get to leaving but we made it and got out on time at 6 AM. No line up at the border as we loaded up on goodies at the Duty free store.Our spirits were high as we hi interstate 5 heading south to Walla Walla via Yakima.( overdrive in truck not working) We had decided to stop in Yakima for a nostalgic visit to a authentic Mexican market called Yakimex.which we had gone to on a previous vist there in our 5th wheel several years ago. Bad choice. The first few hours went by fast then a slow trek through the mountains to Levenworth. We arrived in Yakima at 1:30 Pm after a 6 hour push. Quite enough driving for me in one day. Some grande margaritas and chillies reanos rewarded us before undertaking some pre motel check-in wineries in Rattlesnake ridge Mediocre wines there sharpened our anticipation of the finer tastings ahead for us in Walla Walla.
"SWIM IN THIS SUCKER I DON'T THINK SO"
NICE ALGEA BLOOM
OUR ROOM AT KNIGHT'S INN (Loved the roll out chairs for smoking and drinking outside. Room *116 had seen better days. Formally a Ramada Inn this beauty had lost its 3 star rating along with the hair dryer, ironing board, kleenex dispenser and telephone which had all been declared null and void under the new ownership
" EXCUSE ME INN KEEPER
YOUR FOAM IS SHOWING"
Strong cleaning agents protected us from past room fatigue as evident by the well stained carpets and ripped curtains. After occupying our 1 1/2 star suite we pushed out a couple of chairs outside to soak up the ambiance of the Knight's Inn parking lot. Grey Goose vodka and Macanudo cigars fueled our Yakima meet and greet party. Other motel inhabitants emerged and started their own tail-gate parties. Some Cajuns dropped the tail-gate of their truck and fired up a barbecue and proceeded to cremate some burgers as their barbecue erupted in flames. Homeless people on foot and bike scoured the parking lot like scavenger birds circling some road kill. A crippled old man and blonde hillbilly kid made their way across the lot, I could almost hear the dueling banjos in the background Ever so often a sinister black and white patrol car would drive by the perimeter of our parking lot. Drug dealers, pimps and hookers lived in this area. We were on their turf and we had better show them some respect.
"ISN'T THE PEEPHOLE SUPPOSED TO BE IN THE DOOR
A nearby gas station attendant informed me that we were lucky enough to be staying at the best of the worst. The other sleazy motel hell's around us were much more dangerous he informed me... almost expecting a tip for his brilliant travel info. Yeah ...... were so lucky ,,,,,, we fuckin won the lottery you dumb shit. Has a homeless street urchin burst through the doors muttering something to the attendant I headed back to my room with a 6 pack of coors and decided a pizza delivery was in order. Cuda was trying to make friends with a tailess cat as tailgaters started to head back to their rooms The party outside was winding down and a biker and his female companion had decided that this place was too edgy for them and decided to vacate even without convincing the Inn keeper to refund their deposit. Cuda had pushed the biker over the edge by telling him someone was eying up his bike while they were checking into their room. Biker leaving, not good. The parking lot was suddenly getting very empty as I noticed 2 slimeball lowlifes edging toward our open room. I grabbed my woman pulled in the chairs and closed the curtains. One of our doorlocks was broken and we prayed the deadbolt would hold and our truck would stay put and be there for our escape the next morning. Loma Loft and Walla Walla here we come. BAD YAKIMA GOODNIGHT
"HEY DUDE WHERE'S MY WINDOW? "
