You could already feel the heat, and we knew it would not be a comfortable day. We stopped at Kofi Cafe for our breakfast #2, and our waitress didn't seem to like us very much. The Aussie ordered a banana split, and she didn't seem like she wanted to make it (perhaps because it was 9am?).
She did, and by the end she started to warm up to us enough to give us some more water. Unfortunately, day 3 of no cinnamon rolls.
We got to camp (thankfully a motel because of the heat) at about 11, and the owners were out for church. We took a dip in the pool, that didn't seem to have been cleaned for a long time, and went to the bar across the street. It was rumored to have excellent milkshakes, and we had been looking forward to them all day. We soon found out the bar was under new management, and the cafe next door with the milkshakes was closed.
We had a couple of beer and talked to the locals. One of the older men (on an oxygen tank, wearing an old cowboy hat and drinking a beer) there told me Route 60 used to be the only highway, and the bar and cafe were packed in those days. Now the cafe was closed, and the bar was very run down. He told me how Interstate 10 marked the end of Salome.
One of the guys at the bar invited Melina and I to his place for dinner. We declined, finished our beers and headed back to the motel.
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