Trip 10, Part 4, The Last Two Weeks in St. Joseph, Missouri

This post covers our last two weeks in St. Joseph before returning to California.

Week 1

We returned from our Kentucky trip and spent the morning and afternoon with Corrianne, who had watched the dog for us while we were gone. We had lunch at our favorite pizza place, Il Lazzarone. It is near the downtown area, and they bake their pizzas in a brick oven. If you love pizza, this is the place for you. There is a link at the end of this post. After dropping Corrianne off at the airport, we returned home for the night.

A few days later, we drove to Skidmore, Missouri with the Culvers. Why Skidmore you ask? It is the place where in 1981, a town bully was gunned down in broad daylight and the case has gone unsolved to this day. Here is a brief snippet from Inside Editions website. Ken Rex McElroy was gunned down in broad daylight, allegedly by townsfolk who were just plain fed up. McElroy was indicted 21 times but convicted only once. He was accused of child molestation, arson, statutory rape, cattle rustling, burglary and shooting two people. He got away with nearly all of it. You can read the whole story at the link in the end of this post. The town of Skidmore is the shell of a town now, with a population of less than 300. Here is a town sign.

Ken McElroy was killed in his truck that was parked in front of the white building with the blue trim. The building was a bar at the time, but is a vacant building now.

There was a book written about the incident called, “Broad Daylight.” Cindy read the book after we went there and found it very inciteful about the incident.

Our next stop was the nearby town of Marysville. Marysville was founded in 1845 and was named after the first white woman settler in the area, Mary House Graham. It is also home of Northwest Missouri State University, home of the Bearcats. NMSU was founded in 1905. So this is a pretty old town with an oldish university. Here are a few pictures from the downtown area.

We returned home and freshened up for a Taco Tuesday dinner at the San Jose Steak House and Mexican Food. It was average as usual, but we got a chance to visit with Scott’s Uncle Jewel, who is there every Tuesday. The next night was cornhole at Prestyn’s Wine Bar. Always a fun evening. There is a link to Prestyn’s at the end of this post.

The next day I drove four hours down to Lake Oologah (common spelling) in Oklahoma and met Dan B for a quick fishing trip. Our first stop was the Redbud Marina. Nothing was open and it was a little creepy. It felt like the Redrum Marina, if you know what I mean.

We went over to the east end of the lake and fished there. Of course, I didn’t catch anything and Dan caught a bass. For the record, I have known Dan for about 14 years and he has only seen me catch a fish one time. He must truly believe that I am the worst fisherman in the world. The reality is I’m the 102 worst fisherman in the world. So at least 101 people are worse than I am.

Before we left, a couple drove up and blew up a small plastic pool. They then launched it and floated out into the lake. Only in Oklahoma.

We had dinner at Sims BBQ. It was good, but good BBQ in the Midwest is easy to find. Your goal in the Midwest is to find the outstanding BBQ, which can be found. It turns out Sims BBQ is Billy Sims, the famous running back from the University of Oklahoma.

Then next day we fished near the Spencer Creek area and I finally broke the streak of rarely catching a fish when with Dan. I caught about 8 fish and Dan caught 6. That moved me up to the 546 worst fisherman in the world.

Earlier in this post, I mentioned how Dan and I have known each other for at least the last 14 years. We met at a Sheriff’s Department training at Pitchess Detention Center. During a break, I notice several deer had come out of the mountains and were feeding near a road by our classroom. I have hand fed the local deer apples in the past and decided to try it again. I asked my classmates if anyone wanted to “Feed the deer” with me. Several people jumped at the opportunity, including Dan. We went outside and literally hand fed apples to several deer. Dan told me he thought I was kidding and how much fun it was. A few months later, I needed to hire a Senior Deputy and Dan was on the list to get promoted, so I hired him. That turned into a lifelong friendship. Back to this trip. After lunch, Dan and I returned to our respective abodes.

The next day, Cindy, Heather and I went to a Farmer’s Market in nearby Leavenworth, Kansas. From there, we went to Weston, Missouri for lunch. Weston is always a fun place to visit. We returned home and that ended week 1.

Week 2

During our final week in St. Joseph, we met our friends Machelle and Bobby, along with Scott and Heather, at a historic restaurant named “First Ward House.” It Was established in 1878 and is said to be the oldest salon west of the Mississippi River.

The food was average, but eating or drinking in the oldest salon west of the Mississippi is still worth at least trying once. There is a link at the end of this post.

Later in the week, Scott, Bobby, Ricky, and I golfed at the Paradise Point Golf Course. There are two 18-hole courses there, the Posse and the Outlaw. Both courses have numerous holes that border Smithville Lake and have amazing views. We golfed the Posse course that was well maintained, challenging without being impossible, and an overall pleasure to golf. I will definitely be returning. There is a link to the courses at the end of this post.

Here are some pictures form our golf outing.

On our final day on St. Joseph, Cindy and I decided to have an ice cream cone at Cabana. They claim to have the tallest cones in town. We would be the judge of that.

I had the medium and Cindy had the small.

I have to say they lived up to their motto.

We did our bonsai drive home and made it safely in two days.

The next post will be our long weekend trip to Sedona, Arizona for Cindy’s friend’s daughter’s wedding. Peace out until then!

LINKS

Il Lazzarone

Inside Edition Ken McElroy Story

Prestyn’s Wine Bar

First Ward House

Paradise Point Golf Course

2022 – Trip 7, Guys Fishing Trip to June Lake

May was just about as busy as April. The month started off with the annual guys fishing trip to June Lake, that resumed after a two year covid hiatus. That was followed up by my trip to Dallas to join Corrianne for a Zac Brown concert. After that we saw an OMD concert at the Greek Theatre, saw Dan Burdick perform with his choir in Orange County, and finished the month with a brutal hike near Fort Tejon looking for an airplane crash from 1932. This post will cover the fishing trip.

After a two year covid hiatus, the fishing trip was back. This was a five day trip with two travel days and three days of fishing.

Day 1

The first day saw me drive to Burbank Airport to pick up Dan, who flew in from Texas. We drove straight to our cabin at the Reverse Creek Cabins (about a 5 hour drive) and met the rest of the guys. Here are a few pictures of the area right next to our cabin.

Upon our arrival, we received some interesting news. First, I must explain there is a trophy that goes to the person that catches the biggest trout during the trip. Typically, the winner is in the 2-3 pound range, with an occasional 1 1/2 pounder winning. The biggest trout to win the trophy to date was in the four pound range. Here is what the trophy looks like. It is made of wood in the shape of a large fish.

While waiting for some of the other guys to return from a quick fishing stop at June Lake, we all received text messages that one person, Mike (not me), had caught a huge fish that was sure to win the trophy this year. They showed up and this was the fish and what it looked like next to the trophy.

It weighed in at a massive 7 pounds, 7.72 ounces. It was the biggest fish I had ever seen pulled out of fresh water. Surely, Mike was going to win the prize this year.

Day 2

On the second day, we all headed out and drove the hour to a few of the upper elevation lakes; the Virginia Lakes and Trumbull Lake. In the past, we have had some success at all three lakes because they have usually just defrosted and the fish are hungry. Unfortunately, all three lakes were still frozen over this year. I hate it when that happens. Back into the cars for the hour drive back. On the drive back, we passed this gas station. Check out those gas prices.

After lunch, and not fishing all morning, we all went our own ways for the afternoon. Dan and I decided to fish at Gull Lake. I had one hit, but didn’t land the fish. Dan landed one about a pound and a half that he returned to the lake. Even though we were not doing very well on the fishing front, the views were amazing.

We returned to the cabin and low and behold, Mike’s brother Steve had caught a monster trout.

And the final weight was……..drumroll please………7 pounds………7.80 ounces. And for the record, both fish were weighed at the same place, so Steve was ultimately named this year’s winner, by a scant .08 of an ounce. That’s eight one hundreds of an ounce. That was super close.

Later in the evening, we played a game called Cornhole. Basically, you throw four beanbags filled with corn at a slanted board with a hole in it. If your bag sticks on the board, you get a point. If it goes in the hole, you get three points. You play in teams of two players. So we had a mini tournament and discovered a few of the younger guys had played before. They were pretty darn good and won.

Day 3

We all headed out to Twin Lakes, just outside of Bridgeport. The drive was beautiful, and the snow on one of the mountain sides looked like the old playboy bunny symbol. The lakes themselves were beautiful, but the fish did not bite. No one caught a thing.

We returned to the June Lake area and Dan and I returned to Gull Lake, hoping to improve on our last time there. We did not. We got skunked again. But we did end up with a funny story that happened right after this picture was taken.

A group of about seven preschoolers were on a hike with their two adult chaperones. As boys will do, several of them had run ahead of the chaperones and ended up where Dan and I were. They saw us fishing and their immediate response was to pick up rocks and throw them into the water right where Dan’s line was. Normally, that would have really ticked us off. But because the fishing was so bad, it actually made us laugh. We called it quits for the day and headed back to the cabin.

Day 4

Most of the group wanted to go out on boats on June Lake or Gull Lake. Dan and I decided to forge our own trail and went to Grant Lake, the northern most lake in the June Lake loop. The water level was pretty low, but we found a nice beach and some of the other people fishing there had already caught a few fish. Plus, we could see some fish swimming in the shallows and jumping out of the water. This had to be the place.

The views were amazing. The fishing was not. We got skunked again. One person about 100 yards away from us caught a small trout that they threw back, so it wasn’t only us. I realized this area looked like where we had fished at the Clarke Canyon Reservoir in Montana. I remembered a picture we have of a four year old Garrett fishing there. I tried to duplicate the pose and got close. See for yourself.

We packed up and hit the road for Ellery Lake. Ellery Lake is a small upper elevation lake on Tioga Road on the way to Yosemite. We knew there was a chance it could be frozen over, but the scenery would be worth the short drive of less than an hour. Here is some of the scenery along the way.

Ellery Lake was just starting to defrost and there was enough open area to throw a line in.

You would think the fish would be really hungry with the ice just starting to melt. You would be wrong. El skunko again. But the scenery was amazing.

On our way back, we decided to stop at Panum Crater. We had seen the signs for the turn off numerous times and always wondered what the heck it was, so this time we were going to find out. Panum Crater is actually a volcanic eruption that occurred 650 years ago and produced a significant amount of pumice and obsidian rock. In case you do not know, pumice stone is formed when lava and water mix together. It’s a light-yet-abrasive stone. Pumice stones are often used to remove dry, dead skin. To be honest, I’ve seen plenty of pumice stone so this did not excite me that much. Now the obsidian rock is another story. Obsidian rock is a natural glass formed by the rapid cooling of viscous lava from volcanoes. They are extremely rich in silica (sand) and have a glassy luster. It is slightly harder than window glass. The American Indians used obsidian to make arrow head and cutting tools. I have never seen large amounts of obsidian in nature. Until now. Dan and I hiked the short distance (about a mile) to where the “crater” was.

Once we were next to the crater, we found huge chunks of obsidian.

To give you an example of how big those rocks were, each was bigger that a basketball. I wanted to take a small piece really bad, but then I remembered our trip to Hawaii where we learned the goddess of Volcanos and fire, Pele, will curse anyone who removes any volcanic stones from their resting place. Even though I don’t believe in superstitions, why take a chance? So I left everything there. When we returned to the parking area, we actually read the signs about the crater.

It turns out the crater is not an extinct volcano, but it is just dormant and it is expected to erupt some time in the future. With that in mind, I may not be back to visit.

Back at our cabin we finished the night with the final, and most important cornhole tournament of the trip. The youngsters who had previous experience were split up to even the odds. I ended up with my original partner, Scott, who like me had never played before. That meant we would have fun, but were definitely the longshots to win. We were the longshots to win until we got hot. Really hot. Here is a picture of the guy who scored the most points on the team that won the tournament.

Good looking fella if you ask me.

Day 5

Dan and I packed up and drove to Bishop for breakfast, then to Burbank Airport where Dan was off to return to Texas. I made it home by dinner time and all was well. Based on the results of this fishing trip, I may call next year’s trip the “Looking at Beautiful Scenery by Lakes” trip. No matter what it is called, it is always a great time.

My next post will be my weekend trip to Dallas to see the Zac Brown Band with Corrianne, plus a few other tidbits such as an OMD concert at the Greek Theatre, Dan Burdick’s performance with his choir in Orange County, and a brutal hike near Fort Tejon looking for an airplane crash from 1932.