We’re at the Red Apple Inn & Country Club on Greer’s Ferry Lake near Heber Springs, Ark. for the annual meeting of the Arkansas Associated Press Managing Editors.
This place dates from the early 1960s and has a curious Spanish decor. The bed was about as comfortable as a sheet of marine plywood with a rug over it.
The breakfast buffet was cold and lacking in flavor. However, Maria wisely ordered off of the menu and pronounced her Eggs Sedona (toasted English Muffins topped with sliced beef tenderloin, poached eggs & Orange/Chipotle Hollandaise Sauce. Served with fried asparagus.) to be exquisite.
The view of the lake from the dining room is pretty spectacular, too.
Other than APME folks, the place is full of golfers. I grew up playing golf, even played on the golf team in high school, but I lost interest in the game after high school. Now, the whole thing seems insufferably stupid. No game of golf could ever excite me as much as racing a thunderstorm across a Nevada desert on a spirited BMW motorcycle.
But that’s just me and if beating a little white ball down a fairway and into a hole in the ground entertains these guys, good for them.
More later…
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