Saturday, November 10, 2012

Place Profile: Lyle's Bar

Inspiration for Lyles Bar:

Place: Lyle's Bar
Location: Grey Lake, Yosemite California
Amenities: Bar/Restaurant, General Store, Boat Rental, and dock.
Price: $$-$$$ depending on your needs.
Best Beer: Apple
Best Food: Lyle's Burger


"Tables sat scattered throughout the room with booths along the line of windows. A solid brick wall separated the grocery store part of Lyles, from the restaurant and bar. It didn’t have a very good lake view but it was one of a few businesses located on the south side of the lake."----Lorelei Preston The Wild Hunt

"The worn floors and beat up countertops were like rings on a tree trunk, every scuff was a memory, every stain a smiling friend. Lyle let the customers and tourists write their names on the walls and ceiling, which gave it a certain country redneck feeling. I took a deep breath and the warm scent of yeast filled my senses. This was what comfort smelled like." ----Lorelei Preston The Wild Hunt

"Three months out of the year, Lyles closed down. From November to February, the south side of the lake was a ghost town. "----Lorelei Preston The Wild Hunt

Fire at Local Bar

On the evening of June 14th, a fire started at the popular bar Lyles, owned by Grey Lake resident Lyle Schroeder. The Sheriff and Fire Department were called to the scene at 9:37 p.m. No one was injured but the bar and some personal property were damaged. The Fire Department was unable to give a statement as to the cause of the fire. A witness said they overheard a conversation suggesting Arson. It was also suggested that the bar was not the target of the arsonist, but a casualty. Whether it was a personal vendetta, or the actions of a crazy person, we do not know. Pinecresthotline.

"He ran a hand across his face. “I don’t know what to think. My bar, hell I don’t know what I’d do without it. It’s been my life for so long. I wouldn’t be me without my bar, God that sounds sad, but it’s true. Who wants to hurt you Lo?” Lyle turned and crossed his arms over his chest, his eyes searching my face." -----Lyle Schroeder The Wild Hunt

Friday, November 2, 2012

Shhhhttt happens....

I never thought that after four years of slaving away, of burying myself in a world I created, that I'd be numb to the fact that I'd actually published. WOW. Its strange how things change. I never thought the world would still be standing without my grandma in it. She was like the stars in the sky, there, even when you couldn't see her.

She has moved on to a different place. Somewhere without fear or pain, and that is good. What's left, the anger, the sadness, its overwhelming and all consuming. You never realize how much you love a person until they are gone.

I'm going to take a page from Lorelei's story and toughen up. People die, we're born into a world we know we won't always live in. Death is definite. We will all journey towards our end, on different time scales, most of us unaware of the ticking. It's the loss of a loved one that reminds us.

The book is out there. I'll post links, and probably try to keep up with it. But it's hard when I'm mourning my grandma, to care about anything that isn't at the bottom of a bottle, or the comfort of my couch. I'll be fine, but for a little while, I think, I'll take a break, and fall a little apart.