August 5, 2012 Bush Creek Ranch Return, Saratoga Wyoming

Well we had so much fun in 2011, we decided to return again for our Anniversary. We were celebrating 33 years of blissful marriage. Okay, not totally blissful, like all marriages we did have a few spats, most of course were all Steve’s fault.

My trip report from 2011 was a bit sketchy although I did have pictures for you of Brush Creek, I was a little bit incomplete on some of my memories. I finally found my write up on the computer of our trip to Brush Creek. I will now add you some details to you so you can see how it really was an Excellent Adventure!

Steve had been going to fishing trips on his own or with Elliott our son, for some time. He enjoyed the beautiful surroundings, the great food, the fishing and the conversations at dinner with a diverse group of people. He thought I would have. Good time at some of the lodges. I reminded him that my idea of a vacation was not one spent on slumps beds along being insects.My idea of a vacation was spending time somewhere that is as nice or nicer than where we live.

“Fine.”, Steve said, “Find a place as nice as home with great fishing and we’ll go”. Now, a male “fine” is different than a female’s “Fine”. When a guy says something is “Fine’, it means “go right ahead”. When a gal says “Fine’, you are in trouble as she really doesn’t like that decision, but she’ll go along but be grump about it.

One year coming back from a business conference Steve had attended at the Broadmoor in Colorado Springs I saw an article about a new ranch open to the public in Saratoga Wyoming. It was going to be a high-end resort. There would be riding, fishing, and all sorts of other activities. Upon arriving back home I checked out the web site for Brush Creek Ranch. The accommodations looked quite luxurious, and I couldn’t wait to vacation there. BrushCreekRanch.com

I thought the price tab was exceedingly high, far more than we had ever spent on a vacation before. However, Steve by then had been spending a bit more on his fishing vacations and didn’t think the price was too out of line, as the costs included all activities, meals and drinks.

We flew into Denver again, spending a night near Fort Collins to help me get adjusted to the altitude as we are used to living at sea level. Would it work? Stay tuned for more.

We left Fort Collins and drove up I-25 to Cheyenne, then to Laramie and finally through the Medicine Bow National Forest. Look what we found munching in the swamp! Yes, that’s an actual moose. This is almost a “Where’s Waldo” picture. Slap the table if you see the moose….”I didn’t hear you!”

Then it was into Saratoga ,Wyoming, to get gas before we began our stay at the Ranch.

We saw three immature elk. These guys were about two years old. I think they were a bit confused as they were hanging out by the police station.

At the ranch we were given a much larger vehicle to drive than last year. There was no windshield this time, I think they broke a lot of windshields the previous year due to all the stones in the road. As it was our anniversary we were upgraded to Brookie in the Anglers Camp section near the Creekside Dining Camp and the Brush Creek. It was quite the upgrade from the previous year. We had a kitchen and lovely dining room table and living room. Not that we were going to prepare any meals, but nice to have.

This was the bed. Nice and big. Plenty of room so we didn’t kick each other at night.

Staying here was lovely. The upgrade was wonderful, it was a room we wouldn’t ordinarily pick as it was at least double the cost of the room the previous year.

While I unpacked, Steve walked down to the dinner camp at Creekside to fish. He caught four brown trout on our anniversary. Steve doesn’t usually fish on our anniversary, but he was allowed to this year. I am a benign Queen, after all.

Dinner was once again a private occasion at Falcon Peak. I didn’t have to surprise Steve, he requested that I arrange a private dinner as he had enjoyed himself so much last year when we dined by ourselves. Here we are, I have my new Joseph Ribkoff Cleavage enhancing dress on. Steve has his sunglasses on, I can’t quite tell where his eyeballs are. Steve is checking out the view here. I guess he got tired of looking at me! Happy Anniversary Steve! I never tire of looking at you! I hope you catch many fish on this vacation!

Happy Anniversary Linda! I hope you meet many interesting characters on this Adventure!

Not much else to say for this first day.

Will I get altitude sickness?

Will I meet some interesting people?

Will Steve catch fish?

September 4, 2011. Brush Creek Ranch, Saratoga Wyoming

This is a great picture of Brush Creek Ranch. You can see the iconic rock in the middle of the picture. To the right is the main lodge. I haven’t given you the link to their web site yet, so here it is. BrushCreekRanch.com

Here is a picture of me out and about in the RAZR. It sure was fun to drive. Much faster than walking, and easier on the hips than horseback. Steve was out fishing for the day, and boy did he have fun! Twenty nine fish for the day! This beautiful rainbow was from the North Platte River. After lunch, Steve went to Brush Creek and caught this nice brown trout. A beautiful 2 pounds and 17 inches.

Now seeing all these big numbers of fish, you might think that the fishing was easy, and you will do as well as Steve did. I must remind you that Steve has been fishing since he was four years old. He started fly fishing when he was 25 years old. He is 55 years old in this picture. So after 30 years of fly fishing you might be as good as him. Or not.

Steve has remarked to me that many of the guides at Brush Creek love to fish with him as he knows what he is doing. Many of the guests have never fished before, and I would not say they are incompetent, but they are not very good. So it is always fun for the guides to see the guest get some really nice fish.

While Steve was out fishing I planned a special surprise for Steve. At breakfast one of the guests was showing pictures of a private dinner that she and her husband had at Falcon Peak Overlook. It was quite romantic and everyone at Breakfast was so excited! Falcon Peak is at one of the higher elevations of the Ranch. There is a lovely platform there where yoga is held at sunrise and lunches and cocktail parties before dinner are held.

Steve had a half day fishing on the North Platte and then came back for lunch with the rest of us at Falcon Peak. In the afternoon he fished on property on Brush Creek. Now having dinner with Steve at Falcon Peak was going to be a surprise. I had to figure out how to get him there. What was I to do?

Well, I decided to play “Misplacing Linda”. Just before we were going to take the RAZR to the Lodge for dinner I told him that I had left my phone up at Falcon Peak at lunch. We were going to have to go back up there and get it before dark.

So off we went, when we got up to Falcon Peak Overlook, Steve saw that there was a private dinner all set up for two. He told me to hurry up and find my phone as Bruce and Beth the owners of the ranch were going to have an intimate dinner there.

“Surprise!” I told him. This is all for you! Yes, he did actually get a little bit teary. Look how happy we are! Too bad I have a heat lamp growing out of my head!

Here we are, looks like I got quite the farmer’s tan earlier in the day. The couple the night before had a harpist play, that I thought was a bit much. It was more than enough for the two of us to sit and make goo goo eyes while we cooed our endearing love to each other! Who could not fall madly in love with this charmer? Doesn’t that face ooze endearing love with just a sparkle of mischief?

This shows how much sunburn I got. We were at an elevation of about 7500 feet. The air is much thinner there than back home in Poughkeepsie where our elevation is about 200 feet. Here is a picture of our waitress and chef.

I hope you enjoyed this Excellent Adventure as it was our last night at Brush Creek Ranch and it was time to go back to reality in the morning. We had great fun at Brush Creek. We left with our wallet a bit lighter, but hoped to return again next year!

Do you do yoga at sunrise?

Do you like surprises?

Do you misplace stuff?

September 2, 2011. Brush Creek Ranch, Saratoga Wyoming

This is the type of picture you get from an iPhone 4 shooting into the sun. Not very good. But it will have to do, as it is all I’ve got. You can see Steve’s waders and fishing rods on the ground along with his boots. You are correct if you wonder if his socks always make it to the laundry basket. They don’t! But this blog is devoted to my excellent adventures with my heaping hunk of handsomeness-aka Steve, so let’s ignore the laundry issue. There are lovely rocking chairs on the deck. I think i might have rocked twenty minutes on them. Of course Steve went off fishing again. He caught 14 fish for the day including two 18 inchers. This was done while wading the North Platte River. Those beautiful fish from yesterday were an inch smaller than today’s big fish!

Usually Steve got up early in the morning and went off fishing. I would be by myself for breakfast and lunch. It was sometimes lonely, with most couples and families staying together. However, as I don’t like to fish all day, in fact I only like to fish for about 30 minutes, we each do our own thing.

In the late afternoon we did go for a ride. Here I am being instructed on how to hold the reins of the horse. I was taught to hold them like an ice cream cone. Most people on the East Coast where we are located, ride Western. As I don’t ride at home, only on vacations, I didn’t have to unlearn much.

Don’t I look sharp? Shoulders back, and trying to look relaxed. The horse doesn’t look very happy does he, or is he really a she? The wrangler we were with looked like Sam Elliott. No, don’t worry he was happily married as was I. Plus, how much successful flirting can you do with the wrangler when your husband is riding behind you? I am not sure If you remember but in the past I have suffered from asthma. And altitude sickness. After lunch today I got a bit winded going up the slight hill to our cabin. I mentioned it to staff and look what was delivered to our cabin for me to ride around in! My very own RAZR! This one was new, as the windshield was still there! Dinner tonight was at Creekside. I still happen to have that top also! We also had a little combo play music for us during dinner. After dinner you could grill your own marshmallows for s’mores.

Do you ride Western or English?

How old is the oldest item in your closet that you still wear?

Do you still have your wedding dress in your closet even though it is 39 years old?

A day at Saratoga Race Track. August 11, 2018

‘Every three years the Baker Street Irregulars, the premier Sherlock Holmes Society in the US has a weekend meeting centered around the flat track at Saratoga. The event starts Friday night with several attendees pregaming with dinner and libations. They stay at the Desmond in Albany. Since our house in Lake George is only thirty minutes from the track we pregame at our house and meet the rest at the track on Saturday afternoon. On Sunday morning there are speakers that discuss two of the stories in the CANON (all the Sherlock Holmes Stories). Since we don’t sleep over with the rest of the group (in separate rooms of course!), we don’t attend the breakfast. You are spared a recounting of Sunday mornings adventures at the meeting. I can hear a collective sigh of relief!

I am not that into Sherlock Holmes, preferring as you all know, Romance stories and Erotica. But, as a dutiful spouse, I tag along to the meetings in Poughkeepsie presented by our local Scion-The Hudson Valley Sciontologists. Not to be confused with scientists, or Sinologists or Scientologists!

Going to the track in Saratoga is always a fun day, and I get to wear a hat! So far I have worn my fancy hat about four times. That brings it down to almost $50 a wearing. Hopefully the hat will soon pay me to be worn!

There is a fancy hat shop in Saratoga, the hats there are about $800 each. Needless to say, I covet them. However as we don’t own a horse, I am not getting that fancy a hat. Although it is cheaper than a Hermès Birkin handbag!

Well, enough background, let’s go to the Races! Saratoga is only open about six weeks a year. It was opened in 1863. The big race of the year is the Travers race. Which often has some of the horses that entered the Derby, Preakness and Belmont. Many years ago Steve and I were there to witness the battle between Affirmed and Alydar in 1978. I can’t remember anything about that day except it was very crowded!

I have done a little research for you to help me try to remember why that day was so special. The horses had raced against each other nine times before. Affirmed had won the Triple Crown, Alydar had won only two of the other nine races. Many of the races were quite close, with Affirmed beating Alydar by a nose in one race! So the stakes were quite high! It was going to be quite the spectacle, over 50,000 fans were there to watch the race. Affirmed was disqualified during the race, and Alydar was declared the winner of their last final race. Many of the fans were booing and quite upset.

Here is a link to the horse race. Affirmed and Alydar Here we see Steve checking the Program guide with Charlie. No, the man with the glasses is not checking me out, there was a television monitor displaying the odds and horses. We were in the Pavilion. We had a buffet, and the room was air conditioned. Always nice on a hot day. However you really don’t have the same feeling as you do sitting out in the Club House or Grandstand.

Here I am in my nice red hat and basic black. The official Baker Street Irregular colors were black and red. I do aim to please! I bought the top with Sally when we last visited my Mother. I thought the top looked a bit silly on the rack, but it looked great on a real body!

There are always interesting characters at the track. I loved the guy on the left with his blue and white jacket with stars and bright red pants! Then there was the suave guy with the plaid jacket and shirt open down to there! This is my collection from the dessert buffet. I tried everything , even though they were not very tasty. At one point we did go outside to watch a race. The white tent in the back is where the Pavilion is located. That sexy brown and white shoulder is Joan. One of the other ladies in our group wore a red hat also. I am biased and like mine a bit better!The number four horse was called “Grandma Gertie”. Joan wanted money bet on her as she had a Grandma named Gertie. Did she win? Who knows? Perhaps Joan will answer in a comment!

This gentleman and his lovely wife came all the way from Ohio to attend the race and the conference. I of course asked him if he was bald, as so many gentleman wear hats now when they are bald. He surprised me with his beautiful head of hair! Here is closeup of her hat! It was really a cream color. After realizing that he had made ten cents for the day, Steve agreed to call it an early day and we should go for an early dinner and walk to the restaurant. I am not sure how Steve and Charlie did, but another couple from our group was quite successful. I am not sure how well Lee did, but he did win $39 one race! So we said goodbye to the track and were off to Siro’s. sirosny.com

Here are Joan and Charlie, along with Steve checking out the restaurant. No Joan is not checking out the man’s butt, her head is much more elevated. Plus she has seen much better butts.

There is also an outside bar at Siro’s that is quite popular. We ate in the restaurant, which held a much more night class crowd.

All during dinner I was scanning the room. I was looking for famous people, but none showed up while we were there. At one point I joked that I was going to grab the reservation book to look up who was going to be there! Last time we were there I saw Curtis Sliwa and Arthur Aidala.

Steve and Charlie had the salad with nuts and raspberries.

Nancy and Lee elected to share the 2 pound lobster. At $30 per pound, the waiter was trying to upsell them to a larger lobster. Lee and Nancy thought the starter lobster would be sufficient. It was. They did offer a four pounder at $120!

Here is the lobster deshelled. There was a lot of meat. I had the halibut with creamed corn. It was very good.

Joan had the mahi mahi. The sauces were really good. Steve had the swordfish that was a wee bit over cooked. He said the risotto was really good, although a trifle heavy. Charlie had the duck. It was cooked in the sous vide method, so he wasn’t crazy about it.

No room for the dessert. I am sure it was yummy. Do you think the ricotta fritters and the cherry clafouti were free?

Dinner was over and Steve and I headed back north to our place in Lake George. Charlie and Joan headed back to Albany for the presentations in the morning. Lee and Nancy headed home. We were happy that we asked for our reservations to be moved up to 5:30 from 6:30 as people down the hill from us were going to put on a fireworks show. Here are the last 2 and a half minutes of the show.

Do you like Sherlock Holmes?

Do you prefer the flat track, or harness racing?

Would you rather bet and win or not bet at all since you hate losing?

Do you like fireworks?

Thursday March 8, 2018 Off to Buenos Aries, Argentina

I left you yesterday with a trip to Buenos Aries from the airport in Bariloche.

It was quite confusing for us, as the gate was constantly changing. Not only that, but I had lots of people watching going on. From gentleman with serious mustaches, to the man in the denim joggings, there was lots to observe. And, considering that I could probably enjoy watching paint dry, that is not saying much.

We flew Business Class again. This was something that our travel agent advised us might not work out okay. Aerolineas Argentinas is notorious for changing planes and also cancelling flights. Then we would have the problem of possibly not getting a seat in business on the next flight arranged. We were lucky and all flights on our trip worked out smoothly. One again we had the Business class lunch, a ham and cheese sandwich and a very dry Dulce de leche cookie plus some peanuts. We washed it down with warm Coca Cola. Soon we were back to Buenos Aries and the domestic airport. We were picked up by our driver and taken to the hotel we stayed at when we first arrived in Buenos Aries, the Hub Porteno. It is in the Recoleta district, a very upscale part of town. Would you like to see our room? Of course you would! It was the same size room as the room the last time, the linens were a bit different. I was smart this time, and did not leave my sunglasses on the floor when I was unpacking them, and then thinking that I lost them in the car.

Steve and I were going to have a free day on Friday before our evening flight home. I got help from the front desk in making reservations to tour the Opera House. This is where Marcus and his wife had an arranged first date. I told him that it was just like in one of my romance novels! Then we were going to go see the Synagogue.

But first we had dinner reservation at RojoTango.com. I need to get ready for my evening with my handsome husband. Here I am all dolled up, ready for a night on the town, but hoping to be back in the room before midnight. I think the dress showed just the right amount of cleavage and the right amount of leg. I was studying a lot of instagram pictures and was trying to get my arm on hip and feet pointing forward to achieve maximum slimness. Plus, I was trying to keep my eyes open, as usually I am laughing too much, and my eyes squint up. And you thought my beauty was effortless. Ha Ha! This gives you just a hint of the evening ahead of us! Red lights, and madness! Just kidding, it was a just a dinner show! This was a still shot from the website. There are a lot of pointed toes in the tango. Our seats were way up close, the dancers were practically on my toes! Here we are, Steve looks sharp, i look a little shell shocked1. We started off with a glass of champagne, and then a different glass of wine with each course, of course! This was our first course. Shrimp and potato salad with pickled cucumber. A very interesting and tasty choice. Steve had the salmon and goat cheese. I had the beef tenderloin. Steve had the bittersweet chocolate marquise.

Of course I had the cream of passion fruit mousse with almond crumble.

During one of the intermissions I went to the ladies room. Care to take a peak? It was hard to find! These were the doors. I needed help to figure out how to open them! Once inside there was lots of marble and metal! Here I am! This was the door of the stall. Marble, mirrors and silver. I think I won’t copy this style for the new bathroom in our house in Lake George! The room was very red, and dimly lit. What did you expect? The tango show was in a hotel. The hotel boutique had lots of outfits, you might want to buy in case you had your luggage stolen, or just didn’t have the right outfit to wear. We just had friends with us this past weekend in Lake George. It also just happened to be Americade, a big motorcycle rally. I think that my friend M would have looked smashing in one of these jackets!

Yesterday I forgot to ask questions. Today I won’t.

Do you ride a motorcycle?

Have you ever been to a tango show? I know LA, one of my followers has. In fact her hubby MA, even took picture of Carlos, one of the performers. We were expressly told not to take pictures, although some of the other guests at the show did. I BEHAVED!

Do you hate your cookies dry as dust?

Here is one of the performers in the show. Carlos Copello. https://youtu.be/YqIjM8ZkJNc

He was phenomenal, a little bit too old for me, but man did he have moves! I think the Tango is the sexiest dance that there is, how about you?

Wednesday March 7, 2018 Last full day at Arroyo Verde, Argentina

We are now getting near the end of our fantastic visit to Argentina. Steve has been able to extend his streak, having caught fish in February and March. After I complete my blog posts, I will add Steve’s trip report, detailing his thoughts and fish numbers. Be prepared to be numbed. ha ha.

I actually had something different, two eggs scrambled with bacon! I don’t have a picture of Steve’s breakfast, he either had scrambled eggs also or an omelette. Here we see the trucks all lined up ready to drive the fishermen far and wide. Steve did a little bit of stretching of his back, and then he was ready to go with his guide Fernando. You can tell how cool it is outside as Steve is still wearing his Pattagucci Nano Puff.

I took a walk while Steve was fishing. I took the fork in the road that headed to the cabana. I wasn’t someplace I was really going to walk to as it is a five minute drive away. I won’t walk that far on a stroll. If I did, this is where I would have ended up.This is a view of the Cabana overlooking Traful Lake. We could have stayed there, but it was a little bit too isolated for my taste. Meals would be taken in the main Estancia and we would have been shuttled back and forth. As it is, I am usually left by myself all day and this just would have been too much isolation for me. I prefer to be able to be where all the action is. So instead I had a lovely walk along the dirt road.
If I rode, the top of that hill would have been an excellent trip! I am sure that the views were amazing! Here is a lovely panoramic of the valley. It was so beautiful and tranquil! Soon it was time to have lunch. We started with prosciutto with melon. Always a favorite of mine!Every meal had the main course served buffet style. I think the Senora though I was a bit crazy with all my pictures! Wiener schnitzel, red cabbage and French fries. Katrina, the manager hated the job of menu selection. I can see getting sick of that part of the job. A lovely salad on the side, and I got my healthy requirements under my belt for the day!We had a fruit salad for dessert. I know you are thinking where is the cake and cookies? Not at today’s lunch!

I took another walk later after Steve had gone fishing. This is a closer view of the statue by the pond. It is by Henri Bouchard. He was a French sculptor, born in 1875 and died in 1960. The owners of the Estancia had four girls, I am sure that the statue had such special meanings to the family.This is a view of the Estancia from the pond that I had wandered to. The patio on the right is where I met Mr. and Mrs. Smith for the first time. We had a good laugh when I told them about my suppositions about their being famous! The middle area is the sun room. I sat here often on the white couches typing my blog up, waiting for the wifi to load all my pictures. On the left under the big tree is where we sat for the Asado. Behind the two white chairs is the dining room where we had our meals. Sprinklers were always going to water the lawns. I walked down to the stream again. You can see here how wide the stream bank gets during the spring. It was very late summer, the stream was warm and quite low. You can see all the brush that got carried along the stream, hurled in one place, and stopped by the rocks. Here is a better closeup. This is as far as I got before I turned around. My walks weren’t long, only about 20 minutes. I had lots of blogging to do! You can play this at night when you can’t sleep. On the way back to the Estancia there is this little grove, with a shrine to The Blessed Virgin Mary. I am not sure if I showed you what the set up for tea was like. Every afternoon there was hot water, tea bags and usually something sweet to eat. As if i needed to eat some more!It was our last dinner, and we had two tables set up for dinner. That is Mr. Smith standing by the door. Here we have the view looking toward the fireplace. Every night we had a different napkin arrangement. I sat at the seat at the upper left. Mr. Smith sat to my right. He was busy talking to Steve who sat across from him. English sat to my left, but he was busy talking Spanish to Marina Larivière one of the four daughters of the original owners. I was a little bit grumpy that last night. This was the salad that we started with. Looks like dinner was out of focus chicken and rice. Always a favorite! Marina and Katrina must have noticed that I was grumpy and gave me the button to clear the table and bring out the dessert. Remember how I told you how hard it is to be the host or hostess? You have to constantly sweep you eye over the table, and keep note of who is talking and who is not. You need to gently move the conversation along if you determine that there is a table hog monopolizing the conversation. This needs to be done in a subtle manner, you don’t want to insult the guest so that they don’t come back. This was our last dessert. It looks chocolatey and creamy!

The wife and daughter of one of the Argentinians did come in the afternoon. I was hoping to be BFF (Best Friends Forever) with her, but she was extremely shy. I think I would have needed more than one night to be best buds with her. Oh, well!

Do you drive a truck?

Do you own any pieces of sculpture?

Do you like to push buttons?

Tuesday March 6, 2018 Arroyo Verde, Argentina

As I have caught up on all my more recent adventures it is time that I finish up on our trip to Argentina. As you recall Steve and I traveled to Argentina in February and March. His goal continues to be to catch a fish each month until he drops dead or can’t jerk anymore fish lips; whichever comes first. Steve is off fishing every day and I am reading and blogging. You need to recall that due to my being on blood thinners due to a clot in February 2017 I didn’t do any horseback riding at Arroyo Verde as the nearest hospital is over two hours away. If I were to fall and hurt myself, well it might be “Goodbye-Linda” and my loyal fans would not like that. Or at least I hope they would not like that! For the superstitious I have just knocked wood and spat three times. I started my day with my normal breakfast of scrambled eggs with two slices of bacon. Steve opted with his usual mushroom omelette.

We said good bye at breakfast to my friends from South in the United States. They were a lot of fun, and the guys caught some great fish. The Crazy Male Argentinians contingent was still going to be here for a few days, and a wife and daughter would be coming Wednesday. I was looking forward to meeting them.

I was also excited as new guests were arriving late in the day. A Mr. and Mrs. Smith. Hmm. Mr. and Mrs. Smith. Now even I can recognize a fake name. Who might our new guests be? Hollywood royalty like Brad Pitt and a girlfriend? You will have to wait until dinner time for the answer to that question!

There was a lot of talk at meal time about a beautiful fishing spot near Kilometer 9. The road from the gate to the estancia was ten kilometers, so this marker was only about a kilo from where we were staying.

Here is my guide, of course I have forgotten his name. He is from France, and had a delicious accent. You can see here how big the rocks were that we had to scramble over. In the spring time the water levels really rise, you can see some of the sticks and brush that have accumulated up the banks of the river.It was very interesting to see the erosion of the rocks due to water over thousands of years.

Ready for a little Zen? This is what Steve sees and hears when he is out fishing. I don’t see any fish do you? The water was quite warm, a little too warm for the fish to be happy. Many of them were in the lake as it was late summer, equivalent to just before Labor Day. We were told that the time to come for the big fish was April. Next time!

We had spied Dennis, one of the other guests, and his guide on the way to look at the stream. They had started to pack up and look for another spot to fish at, as the fish were not biting here. Dennis loved looking the part of an Argentine angler with his cap. The cap has a special name, I don’t think it is just called a beret! This is a close up of the fly box the guide had. And Steve will tell us what the flies are when he edits this post for me. Jump in here Steve! editors note: clockwise from upper left : Zonker, Foam Beetle, Fat Albert, Prince nymph, Parachute Adams, Argentine mystery fly.I had enough traipsing over the rocks by now, and I suggested we head back to the Estancia. Soon it was time to have lunch and look at another pretty place setting. Looks like ham rolled around some kind of spread, with fresh tomatoes. Katrina had to go into town to get her Toyota truck an oil change and service. I was granted the honor to push the button to notify the wait staff that we were ready for the next course! You can only imagine how thrilled I was to push the button. I am being serious here. Those that know me, know that I am thrilled by the simplest things in life. I may like to go to exotic places and meet interesting people, but give me a chance to be the hostess and push a button -Whoa!

I think in my next life I am going to come back as a hostess of a lodge. I love meeting people and entertaining. Unfortunately it’s not all fun and games. You rarely have time off, and sometimes there are difficult guests that need to be entertained or subtlety told to shut up. And sometimes their checks bounce.Here is a picture of our lunch. I can identify the salad, carrots, a grilled onion, and what appears to be a piece of mystery meat.

As a reminder, at Arroyo Verde we had breakfast at about 8:30, and then the anglers would go out for the first fishing session. They would return and then we would have a full lunch at 2:30, followed by a siesta. Around 5:00 the anglers would go out again, and then return at 9 or so. Each evening we had a full dinner at candlelight, with fine china and linens. Those guests who did not fish could hike, ride, read or nap. I did a lot of blogging and reading, with some walking. This was a great place to sit and blog and read. After Steve went fishing in the late afternoon the dogs joined me on a walk. They were very protective of me.We went over a stream and guess what happened? Yes, The Labrador’s ditched me to go for a swim! Soon it was time for me to return to our suite. This is where all the trucks are parked when the guides are back from fishing. No one is back but me! Soon it was evening and time for some canapés. These little hot dogs were difficult to skewer! These guys were much easier to pick up and eat!Soon it was time to sit down for another elegant meal. By this time Katrina had returned and I lost my spot taking care of the buzzer! Here is a closeup of the first plate, it shows flies used to catch the fish here.

This is the dinner plate. They were all hand painted and were from 1953!

Dinner is served! Looks like we had potatoes, salad, tomatoes and salmon. We needed a scrumptious dessert, and here it is! Cheesecake with strawberries!

Now to tell you about Mr. and Mrs. Smith. I was waiting all day to find out if they were someone truly worthy of their own LindaExcellentAdventure post. Well, they ended up with a paragraph. Our mystery guests arrived after I returned from my afternoon walk.

Mr. And Mrs. Smith, were actually the Smiths. They were not famous, just regular people. He had recently retired form the government and they had homes in South Carolina and in Washington State where their adult daughter lived. Mrs. Smith was an executive recruiter. Of course I googled her, and she had about ten jobs in the last seven years. I think people found her difficult to work with. The Smith’s did not like Donald Trump, and alternated between making the sign of the cross, shaking their heads and spitting if the President’s name was mentioned. Not really, they just pouted.

Their financial advisor told them they didn’t have to work anymore and could retire and travel. Sounds like they had listened to Dean Witter years ago! He was an angler, she was not. She was going to go out with a bird guide the next day. Steve thought they were nice, I did not like them at all. She was a bit snooty for me.

They loved South America and were looking forward to renting an apartment in Buenos Aires next spring for six weeks. They felt that you needed that long to truly see the city. That sounded like a lot of walking and museum touring for me. Not exactly my cup of tea. I prefer a little of this and a lot of people watching. The Smith’s were planning on inviting their friends to stay with them in Argentina for a week or two next year.

At this point I started laughing to myself. Remember my post about Tipiliuke and the house by the river? I was entranced by that house along the Chimehuin that was for sale. I was also envisioning buying it and inviting our friends down to stay for a week next year. Then I came to my senses, as Steve and I have problems getting our friends to visit us in Lake George. How in the world are we going to get them to take a 10 hour plus flight from NYC to BA, plus another flight to Tipiluike? No way that was going to happen. Well, I wish Mr. and Mrs. Smith good luck on their adventure next year. Perhaps, they may have friends visit them after all.

Do you like cheesecake?

Are you retired?

Are you snooty?