It didn’t take me long to realize that the fuel attendant was clueless, but after a couple of minutes of prodding I was able to gain the sense that I was, indeed, on the right track. And sure enough, at the highpoint of the overpass he mentioned as he directed me to another restaurant, I looked over my right shoulder and there it was, almost as I had remembered. The clam strips weren’t super, a lot of breading, but not soggy at all and quite flavorful. And the Fat Tire Ale went down smooth as it slowly lent even more character to this old place. The Depot, in Albany, Oregon may be one of the few little restaurants with character left…without a web site. This I discover as I look to place a link here on the blog.
I had pulled off I-5 southbound at Albany to fuel and more specifically, to see if I could still find the place…apparently my memory is still pretty reliable. When I used to commute from my home in Eugene to the Portland Saturday Market and back at the end of the weekend I would stop there occasionally because, like my friend Joe, the powder metallurgist from upstate New York, I like divey little restaurants. Don’t get me wrong, I like fine dining too, but sometimes there’s not much more fun than dropping into a little local character.
This trip, btw, helped me to finish logging in over 1,000 miles in the first week of ownership of my first brand-new motorcycle. The flight down to Sacramento, where I found this demo bike with both the price and color that I wanted, provided a unique view of Crater Lake. Riding it home that day provided a jump-start to my first week of mileage!
I’ve been riding most of my life but usually older, less comfortable bikes and this baby is a dream to me. Smooth as silk and as responsive to my touch as any lover. Here’s a pic on the day I picked it up! I’d like to thank Ciara of Elk Grove Powersports for helping me to to make this purchase.
But the underlying reason for this short road trip was to attend the Grand Re-opening of my friends’ studio in Lake Oswego, Oregon. The woman of Trios Studio, Mary, Deborah and Kathe, are very close friends and since I had
attended their original opening 5 years ago, I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to help inaugurate their new, expanded space a few doors down from the original spot. Mary and I particularly, go way back as she was my very first employee back in the beginning days of my own business. I am honored to know these successful women!
The ride down Hwy. 99 from Albany to my home just outside of Eugene was absolutely perfect. The large golden-orange orb that we see too little of here in Oregon was settling on the western horizon, directly off my right shoulder as the very nearly full, silver moon was rising up over the eastern horizon, directly off my left shoulder. I wish I could share an image of that moment but my phone camera just couldn’t handle all that beauty, all at once. As my bike hummed down a long straight stretch and I slowly passed a freight train, the engineer must have sensed my joy as he honked and waved as I went by. People just know when you’re having a peak moment, I guess!