The Hells Canyon Motorcycle Rally begins today here in Baker. Every hotel room is booked, and every business owner is on high alert. Restaurants have stocked up on their inventory, retailers have polished every nook and cranny, and bar owners have purchased extra kegs of beer.
Whitey ordered twice as much cheese as we usually go through, and even that might not be enough. If so, tomorrow will be the second time this week he’s had to drive to Boise to pick up more mozzarella.
My dogs hate the rally. Loud bikes drive them nuts.
I’m anxious about this weekend. Excited, but anxious.
I hope the patio gets a lot of attention. We’ve decked it out with hanging baskets and lots of patio lights. Zac hung up the misters as well, so if it does get to be over 80-degrees we can offer outdoor “air conditioning”.
Calhoun is back for the Summer, and rocked the ovens last night as if he had never left.
I’ve got a full staff of competent, hard-working people. This might be the first busy weekend that I don’t lose my mind.