Woodlake Kiwanis Club publishes a magazine, “What’s Happening in the Foothills…” available on street corners everywhere, and delivered to nearly 30,000 homes. The premier product we promote is “what’s happening” in the form of a calendar centerfold. The money we raise from selling advertising pays for the magazine and funds Kiwanis activities for schools.
Friday Sally Pace and I headed east for Three Rivers, the town on the Kaweah Rivers at the base of the Sequoia National Park where the big trees live. We stopped along the way to sell advertising. What that meant was Sally talked to people while I played around and took pictures. This is a great little place to stop and get all kinds of schlock from great food to speciality gifts. It seems like a beary nice place to hang out and relax.
This tourist came all the way from Russia to see the trees. She posed for me, but she didn’t understand what I said.
You might want to come with a group of folks and fill up the place. It’s a cozy place that seems larger than it is because of the mirror.
I wouldn’t advise standing on the tables and dancing. I stood on one of the chairs to take this next picture, and it swiveled (you can see my bare feet). That is my excuse for why the picture is a bit blurry. The table was beautiful – even if it did have a big hole in the middle where you could throw your cups when you finished. (That’s if you had too much to drink and didn’t know what you were doing, or lost control of your cup.)
If you really drank too much, this fellow might see you out the door.
If you didn’t designate a driver, you wouldn’t have to go far. The hotel is right next door. But don’t get hung up on your way over there like these guys did.
Once thoroughly cleansed outside and in…
We adjourned to the first lunch place.
Then met some real buckaroos….
getting ready for the next meal rush hour.
We were already stuffed. Good thing they just opened to show us the view.
Feeling a little groggy after our ice cream lunch we headed over to the folks who could make us feel well again.
They have the best prices on drugs, and we decided it paid to shop locally. Next, we moseyed down the hill towards home feeling pretty good. Too good, maybe. We found a great bargain at this next stop we could hardly pass up. Look at all those choices in the display window. I think my husband called about then, and gave me some strict instructions. (He’s a realtor, for those of you who don’t know me very well.)
That big cookie in front is no longer available. We kicked ourselves for eating so much ice cream. These are new owners. As we waited to talk to the owner, our eyes popped out when she served her customers. We both wanted to sit with them and eat family style. There was plenty there for all of us. No one invited us to do that, though.
She had just enough time to give us a smile and sell us cookies before she headed back to the kitchen.
Laden with goodies, we jumped in, making sure I got in the right car this time (another story), and headed five miles for home. We sold some ads, and our clients sold some things too. Our pay …a fun day!