On a visit to Area 51 with Agent Chameleon on May 27, I passed two personal milestones.
One is shown above. I saw my first rattlesnake in the Tikaboo Valley! I photographed this fellow just a few feet from Groom Lake Road about a mile before the border. Here's two more shots...
He was about 3-4 feet long and did us the honor of coiling and rattling when followed.
It's funny that for all the time I spent in this valley in the 1990s, I never saw a live rattler here. (I once saw a baby one at the north end of the Groom Range near Rachel and a dead one from the highway near Rachel. Also a huge one crossing the road near the HOLLYWOOD sign in Los Angeles.)
My other milestone may or may not be related to rattlesnakes: At Chameleon's urging, I stepped into the Little A'Le'Inn for the first time in 13 years. Here's the proof...
Those are the same anti-Clinton bumper stickers I remember during the 6 months I stayed at the inn in 1993.
Readers may recall that I got ejected from the inn by a drunken Joe Travis in the Summer of 1993, for reasons that were only in his mind. I then went to the other end of town and started my own Area 51 Research Center. Things could have been patched up between us years ago, but I decided that I liked the idea of being "Banned at the Little A'Le'Inn" and I passively kept the feud alive.
I was half expecting to be ejected from the Inn when I walked in this time, but Pat and Connie weren't around, so the opportunity never arose. I didn't recognize anyone there, and no one recognized me.
Walking into the Inn was a little like walking into a time capsule. I have been through many adventures in the past 13 years, but the Inn was almost unchanged. The bar had been moved, but most of the same displays were on the walls.
The most traumatic part of the experience was deciding what beer to order! In all of my life, I had hardly ever ordered a beer at a bar before. In consultation with Chameleon, I settled on a Bud Light. What I received for my order was a naked can stuck in front of me, after the bartender took it out of a cooler and pulled the tab for me. It took a while, but I drank the whole thing!
Talk about your alien experiences! I will never understand this "bar" concept.
Do you think Pat would have thrown you out? Maybe since Joe has passed on things are ok now. I don't know.ReplyDelete
I routinely get snake warnings from the locals. Funny thing is I never saw a snake in the desert in over a decade of poking around there. I probably see a snake every other week in the local parks.ReplyDelete
Now lizards and scorpians in the desert is another story. The natural thing to do in the desert when taking a break is to sit on a rock. Most of the time, you find lizards in the crevices. I make it a point to inspect the area for snakes before sitting down, but never find them.
An interesting addition to the bar is a bottle of Jerimiah Weed. Read the real story about Jerimiah weed, then ask the person behind the bar to explain it. Oh, and they will tell your where the plane is located, or more correctly where they think it is located. I learned pretty early in poking around the ranges not to believe what I hear in the bar. Now occasionally you overhear something from a contractors or military TDY. That was how I confirmed the presence of the Typhoon at Groom.