Sierra Lady wrote:^ Reminds me of the Mule House Cafe down in Reds Meadow!
Love that place too ... especially the stove.
Interesting story. Last year, we were up for the High Sierra Fall Century, and we hiked down to Rainbow Falls. Afterwards, we stopped there for lunch. We were the only ones there when we arrived, but a few others showed up some time later. One of them was what looked to be a woman and her grandson who were seated right next to us. They didn't have high chairs, so he was in a booster seat.
So we sat there having dinner, admiring the woman working there (very sweet and attractive, as I recall), and just generally looking out the window, and all of a sudden, my buddy dropped his drink and lunged over to the ground.
The little boy had fallen right off of his booster seat and was headed for the hard tile floor, head first. Holy crap!
My friend is a softball player, and caught his head just inches above the ground. It was over in a matter of a few seconds. I'm telling you, if that kid's head had hit that floor, it would have been ambulance time at least.
And the thought occurred to me. What an odd set of circumstances. We were there, and the kid gets caught with no injuries. We're not there ... we make one simple decision one way or another, and he goes to the hospital. I asked my friend:
"How does it feel to have your hands guided by a guardian angel?"
He shrugged it off. But anyway you look at it, he saved that kid and his family a lot of grief. Good thing I wasn't sitting in the hotseat. My reflexes are not that good!