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Wednesday

Casino Rankings and Trip Talk



This information might be useful if you're planning on doing a "Rancheria Run" Northern Cali to the Oregon/Washington Border.

PJ and Penzy's 5 star list also includes these additions:

CC = good car camping

F = Good food in casino

P = Good payouts (for those who don't gamble much this means what you put in if you win comes back to you substantially)

S = A good setting or where the casino is located is a rare or pretty site

So here goes:

Across the Golden Gate Bridge from the south

1) F * River Rock Casino, Geyserville, CA Dry Creek Pomo Rancheria

2) CC,F,P *** Coyote Valley, Hwy 20 E. CA Pomo Rancheria

3) CC*(Arcata Motel6 nice/nearby), F+ ** Blue Lake, CA -- Wiyot+ Rancheria

4) CC,S,F *** Cher ae Heights, Trinidad, CA -- Yurok, Wiyot, Tolowa

5) * Sherwood Valley, Willits, CA -- Pomo Rancheria

6) F, CC, P, ** Elk Valley, Crescent City, CA -- Tolowa Rancheria (nice website)

7) F, CC, S, P, *** Lucky 7, Crescent City,CA -- Tolowa of Smith River Rancheria

8) S, F,(nice Motel6 nearby) * The Mill, Coos Bay, OR -- Coquille Rancheria

9) CC, S, ** 3 Rivers, Florence, OR lower Umpqua, Siuslaw Rancheria

10) S, F, CC, P **** Chinook Winds, Lincoln City, OR Chinook

11) S,F, ** Lucky Eagle, Washington State, Ottawa lower Elwha Klallam

12) CC-, S, * Seven Feathers, Canyonville, OR, Cow Creek Band of Umpqua Tribe

13) CC, F=, P,S, **** Bear River, Rhonerville, CA(near Eureka) Cahto Tribe

13 1/2) (no players club very small) * Red Fox Laytonville, CA


So there you have it!

Best of Luck! Join the players club to get player points

Set the track now ride the rails, like surfriding, just mark your way and go for it!

And check out Pet Friendly Belknap Hot Springs. 541-822-3512 65 miles east of Eugene, beautiful setting, great camping, inexpensive, nice deviation, cabins avail. #2,#3 allow pets.

Saturday

Riding in on the waves of luck




It might be true luck comes in waves. And so might love. And seal pups to the shore here in Lincoln City, Oregon.

On the road we've stopped to day camp and eat oatmeal cooked over our single burner stove. Take in the gorgeous views. Check the surf. A swell was up yesterday. South Jetty Newport was temptuously big. Devil's Punch bowl up the road was blown out by the time we arrived but Macky and PJ took a dip anyway.




Lincoln City is an old beachy tourist town sporting Chinook Winds Casino. Our last couple of stops have shrunk our fun tickets, but we ain't complaining. Just get out there and wait for another wave, right?


Motel life feels so mundane compared to the excitment of sleeping "out". Sure our bones be aching a bit. Sure we get crabby cuz of it. Crabby? Oh, well, yeah, lets see, how about a Fresh Crab Dinner last night! GOAL!

A little bit about the Chinook name:

When the first European ship sailed into the river and anchored eight miles above the mouth, offshore from proud Qwatsamts, a three-row village, the mariners wanted to know what to call the people. One sailor asked some sort of question, in some approximation of language, pointing at the village. Something like "What are these people called?" Pointing, by the way, was dangerous and ill-mannered among these people. A headman or spokesman responded Chinoak or Tsinuk or something like that. Forever after, the white people called the people in that village, and three or four others along the riverbank nearby, Chinook or Chinooks. (The river people at first called the strangers tlohonnipts, "those who float [or drift] ashore.")

After a while, when they learned that the people upriver for a couple of hundred miles had roughly the same languages, the tlohonnipts called them Chinook too. Years later, all canoe-paddling Indians on the North Pacific Coast were sometimes referred to as Chinooks. All that, based on no more than what some person answered when strangers impolitely pointed toward the village of long cedar-plank houses, row on row along the shore, which town they called Qwatsamts.

Explorers Meriwether Lewis and William Clark would put down as the name of a supposed Kiksht-Chinook-speaking tribe the response "he pointed at me."

Tsinuk was what the Chehalis, who lived to the north and spoke an entirely different language, called the village or villagers, or some of the river people Chinook, or perhaps Chin people. For though it is probably only a coincidence, the suffix ooks or uks meant plural people in the Chinook language. So it is possible, though unlikely, that the people were really called the Chin, and Chinooks meant more than one Chin person. Of such shadows are names made, when strangers with no common language first meet. Personally, I favor Chin for its simplicity and the feel of it against the roof of my mouth, Tchinn.

from Rick Ruben

Finally, here's a dungeness crabber hard at work. Work is often play and play, work. It's balance, Penzy says at 85 years old, chomping at the bit for PJ to finish this, so she can go play herself!!

Tuesday

Luck and Rain for My Mother the Car



Blowin' ya a kiss from the road!

Hello Fellow Travelers!!! Love and dedication to our follower Candy, Happy Birthday! Sun salutations in the rain today for you, friend, under a redwood tree along the Redwood Highway!

Coming to you today from Arcata, California, we shoulda known with Andrea Bocelli singing from the CD player E Chiove (And it Rains)yesterday we were in for joy... Luck and Rain for Penzy and PJ is like eating dessert first!

But lets catch up.

Racing like a couple of draft dodgers tearing straight through San Francisco on Sunday, (more like a stammer in summer) We made it across the bridge with Macky panting "what's the hurry?" As PJ replied, "I'm sitting in a puddle!" Here's why Exactly. Don'tever eat oatmeal while driving! It sticks as it drips forming a tenacious mess from chin to seat.

It was hot in Geyersville, as Penzy noted, Hot and no Guys! But we meandered through the old vineyards up to River Rock Casion. This joint gets an unenthusiastic one thumb up. Machines tight, bathrooms messy. Good Chinese food however at the digs there. Yet by the time we hit the seats of the Saturn, 10:30 ish, tired and cranky, no way were going to car camp in the generator-rattling parking garage.

"We're outahere!" PJ and Penzy squeeled and rambled down the road to casino 2, Coyote Valley, off the 20, near Ukiah.

Two thumbs up for this small but friendly casino. Besides Penzy's luck turned gold here! "Now we don't have to sell My Mama's Cookies!" PJ laughed. Played til 2 a.m., here's the view from our "room" window. Macky, hungover the next morning... We headed out after a hearty plate of ham and eggs, which came with a five dollar play "This slot machine!" PJ pointed as Penzy shuffled over with eyes the size of her favorite martini olives. We played ROAD TRIP! Won gas money and cashed out and skedaddled , A sign that tickled us as we headed out to Willits and casino #3. Here we met Bill the manager. "In the gaming business for 19 years!" He didn't know who he was trying to flirt with. No luck, buddy, all the way around!

Back on the road to Fort Bragg, Penzy storied about Mary and Bud, two young lovers who drove this road to camp at the beach year after year. He loved to fish and she loved to get out of the kitchen!

Here's the Puddin' Creek Bridge Built to serve railroad and then logging trucks, it took 8 years to clear the rock below, around 1872. Walked out on it as Penzy asked, "But where's the casino?" a nice place to visit

Last night until midnight...Blue Lake Casino, off the 299, we'd gambled here before, but now, what an upgrade!!! Beautiful restaurant, we enjoyed a good steak sandwich. We played the 21 table. Penzy said "I'll kick your butt!" to PJ. And she did, but both left winners with grins.

Now we gotta get on the road... With good windshield wipers and a wet dog...what more do you need but another casino and some surf action soon enough. With the finest oil for any car, Pennzoil and what was the grade? Oh yeah, 5/30...the martini hour!

Quote of the day, an oldie but a goodie and quite paraphrased from the Ecclesiate: EAT DRINK AND BE MERRY!

Sunday

Off we go



Off we go into the sunset...carrying good memories of the family we have yet to spend enough time with and hope to do so again soon!!

Love waves and luck and doggie bags,

Penzy, PJ (June and Shel) and Macky

My Mother the Car --

Shel and June are so glad you've joined us on our roadtrip!!!! We're celebrating June's 85th birthday by hitting the road with a stride and a smile!!! Bloggin' it as we roll we hope you tag along and follow.

Let's get started with a free sound bite... from the 1964 TV flop My Mother, the Car








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Ridiculous, right, but maybe that's the point. When you laugh the world laughs with you...right?
Hence our journey begins Monday 10 a.m. as we meander the 101 to our first destination...ca-ching...River Rock Casino, near Geyserville, California.


Like a current racing through us...we're ready to roll with the finest of wheels, our little blue Saturn aka Mickey Two with a full tank and the perf level of Penzoil 5/30 to achieve 40+ mpg complete with surf gear and single burner cook stove (you never know when there will be waves and the need for a hot cup of coffee!)

Macky the dog, as shown here with Daddy, Mama and June, will be bathed and brushed to a shiny obsidian color.  
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June's nickname for this trip is Penzy for the perfect engine oil. Mine, Pirrelli Jones or PJ. Yes, Penzy and PJ aim to conquer casinos with glee and as many as we can afford! We aim to drink a martini each day at what time was that? Oh, yes, the same grade as our oil, 5/30!

So, thanks again for being part of our roadtrip to Oregon. We're in for lots of adventures, "you betcha" says Penzy. And lots of tips regarding the best casinos. And hopefully near the coast, PJ reporting on serious wave-ages. And we're totally open to suggestions you may have on where to go for a good taco, or the best place to enjoy one of My Mama's Cookies. On that note, drum roll please...roadtrip quote #1: Never take life seriously. Nobody gets out alive anyway!

So here's to luck! We'll keep you posted!

Saturday

Penzy and PJ--Destination Outta Here

We're so glad you joined us on our roadtrip!!!! Let's get started with a sound bite... from the 1964 TV flop My Mother, the Car








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How totally cool you are here with us!!!! My mom and I will begin our journey with the first casino ca-ching of River Rock, near Geyserville, California. Like a current racing through us...we are outta here Monday at ten a.m. The car is packed, complete with surf gear and single burner cook stove (for on this trip you never know when there will be waves and the need for a hot cup of coffee!) Macky, bathed and brushed to a shiny obsidian color. The Saturn http://i.oodleimg.com/s/car_saturn_sl_1999/stock/1m.jpg
(40 miles a gallon not bad) with a full tank and just the right Penzoil 5/30. In fact now you know, June's nickname for this trip is Penzy, mine, Perrelli Jones or PJ. Yes, Penzy and PJ aim to conquer casinos ca-ching! We aim to drink a martini each day at what time was that? Oh, yes, 5/30.

So, please continue to join us as we roadtrip up into Oregon. Be a friend and we'll keep in touch...it'd be nice to believe it might bring you luck (or us!!!)


Ridiculous. And maybe that's the point.

Laugh and the world laughs with you...