This morning we elected to forego cooking for ourselves and to turn the breakfast chores over to paid locals instead. After my morning fortified coffee ritual, we were on the road by about 10:00. We cruised the four miles back into downtown Acton, if any, and found our way into a place called Crazy Otto’s. In accordance with my nationwide quest to find the best chicken fried steak, I ordered some and it was great. I give Otto’s CFS a third place on my imaginary list of the great diners serving this tasty but probably unhealthy dish. Dean’s in Clackamas, OR and Jake’s in Bend, OR, currently hold first and second places, respectively. The eggs and hash browns were also excellent. Peggy got a tremendous mound of food called a Hobo’s Breakfast consisting of eggs, onions, mushrooms, potatoes and green peppers scrambled together. A large amount of the mound’s acreage went home in a box. With one drink, we were out the door for $30.
Later, Peg indicated she was not feeling tip-top so we drove back to the Barbarian Invader and postponed our explorations of the local area until later. She shortly felt better but by that time she was flummoxed because I sat down to watch some NASCAR racing. We loafed and were dull the rest of the afternoon. In the evening the skies became cloudy and we had a few tiny wispy rains that were just enough for dust control. No leaks detected in our cozy home.