City roads transition to a gradual climb up a gravel forest road. Water is frequent, and shade is ample, so the hike quite enjoyable. We cross over the top and part way down the other side until we reach pavement and the trusty RV.
The RV is about seven miles south of Junction City, a tiny hamlet. Since WILDCAT had his heart set on a Margarita, Fran researched and found a Mexican restaurant in Weaverville another ten miles to the east. She drove us over, despite slow road construction. But the Mexican restaurant had a sign on the door saying it was closed because the waitress didn't come to work today! Skunked again! We decided to try the Chinese restaurant instead, but it was inexplicably closed despite the posted hours. We headed to the pizza place and placed our order. Next door was the only bar in town, so we checked in for the elusive Margarita. The owner/bartender promised she could make a great Margarita, though she didn't have a blender. She just shook the Margarita with ice and poured it into a glass to serve. That's not a real frozen Margarita.
Hmm. The Margarita hunt will have to continue.
19 miles to Soldier Creek, to mile 92.
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