Breakfast this morning was at Jack in the Box. Knowing that it would be wise to go straight to the hospital and take a number in the coronary unit when we eat that stuff, we do not allow ourselves to indulge very often but we really LOVE those butter rich croissants! We salved our conscience with orange juice and afterward a banana from home.
It is raining pretty seriously now but we enjoyed a dry, pleasant morning and early afternoon in Albany as we took the self-guided Tour of Homes in the Monteith District. Four Albany Historic Districts are listed in the National Register of Historic Places by the United States Department of the Interior. Walter and Thomas Monteith, the founding fathers of Albany arrived in Oregon in 1848 from a small hamlet in New York State. These two Scotsmen bought squatters rights to a claim held by Abner Hackleman and Hiram Smead for $400 and named the new town site after the capital of their home state, Albany. Today historians and architects credit Albany with having the most varied collection of historic building in Oregon. This collection includes styles from the 1850s through the 1920s and is concentrated within an area of approximately one hundred square blocks.
When we finished the tour, we drove south to Junction City and stumbled across a brand new Camping World where I found a new stool for my feet up in the cockpit of Penny. It has a lid that lifts up with storage inside that will hopefully help to corral some of my absolute necessities up front (aka clutter). We found a few other things we needed then on the recommendation of the sales clerk as we checked out, went to the Rodeo Steakhouse & Grill for our early dinner. I had their Steak Salad (excellent and I brought half of it home for tomorrow) and Phil ordered a chiliburger (pretty good but no threat to Nalleys) and fries. I also ordered a cup of their “navy bean soup” and it was peculiarly good. Certainly nothing like my mother’s bean soup but sometimes it is good to be adventurous in the culinary department, don’t you think? Tired and ready to call it a day, we were back at McKay’s by 4:30 p.m.