Saturday, January 26, 2008

Much is on the way...

We (RMPRS) are gearing up for all kinds of "projects" that will certainly advance the field of Paranormal Research. We have been very busy going over footage that was captured at Deadwood. We had 20 cameras and approximately 30 hours of footage per camera -- you do the math. It seems that the group is taking longer to recover than usual. Deadwood certainly took an energy toll on everyone. An interesting note though, and make of it what you will, but it has been since our visit to Deadwood that a most amazing momentum has broken through the law of inertia. RMPRS is on the move. There will be a shift in our approaches, a shift in our thinking, a shift in the face that we show to the public. It is as though we came away from Deadwood with a fresh perspective in our minds even though our bodies were exhausted. This will be interesting to watch...

Viki RMPRS 

Monday, January 21, 2008

Deadwood Trip: The Frito Bandito

This little story is one I have been waiting to write at the proper moment. I am home now and not as distracted by all the goings on of the investigation. I will finish the investigation story and leaving Deadwood in a bit. At the moment I want to share our fine dining experience and the Riverside Restaurant...On our way up to Deadwood we hit Wyoming with all of the little (population 300) dreary looking, (maybe because it is winter) cookie cutter towns in the middle of nowhere. None the less we were hungry so we stopped in Guernsey. There was this little restaurant tucked back off the road a bit with its window lights beckoning passer-bys to come and have something to eat. We pulled into the half empty parking lot with numerous pick up trucks loaded with snow (a rear wheel traction thing). We sauntered into the the place and heads all turned in unison to see the freaks that just walked in the door. There was some soft rock playing in the background as we seated ourselves at a large table by the door. The table and chairs were of the 50's era and the "decorations" were of southwest Native American art. We were greeting by a nice young man (looked in his teens) and offered menus. Now what exactly was on the menu was entertaining all on its own. Of course the standard cheeseburgers were there but it was the "Frito Bandito" that caught the eye of the adventuresome Baxter. My personal thought was, "what a gastrointestinal delight this will prove to be a few miles down the road." Oh, and this was served with a side order of fries. Of course we were all waiting to see this culinary creation. I did not order anything... not hungry. I settled for the mooching of fries. Bryan, Carol, Stu and Bill ordered rather hearty (not healthy hearty) meals from this fine establishment.As we waited for our food we entertained ourselves with adolescent innuendos to all the "play on words" that anyone uttered regarding any reference to sex, body parts and deviant behavior of any kind. While this was going on I whipped out my relics and gave everyone a down and dirty lesson on what constitutes a first, second or third class relic. Bill just stared at me as though I was being inappropriate somehow, Stu seemed into it, Carol just looked on in silence (she thinks we are all crazy anyway), Bryan courteously engaged in the topic and Baxter smiled as though thoroughly entertained and kept innuendo-making.Still waiting for food to show up, I noticed they were playing Nirvana in the background. I made the comment, "That is surprising that they are playing Kurt C. in an establishment such as this. I like Nirvana." A few moments later, the nice young man appears with a case full of CD's flipped to the Nirvana section. He laid it on the table rather proudly and stated, "I have Nirvana! What would you like to hear?" I chose Nevermind but the CD player would not cooperate so In Utero was played instead. The music was no longer of the background sort but now it was quite noticeable. I kept looking at the other patrons in their covert little booths, with their covert overalls and corn fed bodies and tried to imagine what they were thinking... "God damn long hair freak outsiders... God damn wild music." I do not think that my thoughts were unfounded: they occasionally looked in our direction in a rather unloving manner.Ah! The food arrives! First thing -- check out that Frito Bandito dish. The plate was ceremoniously placed in front of Baxter as his eyes widened to the thought of food. The Frito Bandito looked just like one would expect -- Fritos as the base of the dish with chile and "other things" on top. Baxter's basket of fries landed as well and I munched those freely as I looked on in amazement as to how such a large quantity of food can be devoured with such gusto by one man. The official judgement on the dish was that it was, in Baxter's words, "actually good." The nice young man popped by to ask how everything was. He brought the check and kind of acted a little bummed that we were leaving. As we left this fine establishment, we all agreed that this place was worth blogging about -- you just had to be there...

Viki RMPRS