On the Yosemite Highway near Sonora is a new spot trying to separate men from their Franklins. Just before the Hwy 120 sharp right turn to Yosemite this establishment popped up this summer. Gee, it’s really in the middle of nowhere with the exit to Copperopolis just down the road. A “gentleman’s club” no doubt. No roudy sailors admitted here. Only mugs with good manners allowed – it’s a respectable kind of joint . . . er facilty. Odd, there’s a motel just next door.
For the sake of journalism (a story, boss) I inquired. Seems it’s a bikini bar that is only open Friday and Saturday nights. I’m just sayin’. I’d bet this got zoned out to the boonies with a lot of restrictions. I’m just sayin’ and sharing information. The sign cracks me up: Goils, Goils, Goils!!!
Unrelated thought worth quoting: “Think pure thoughts.” – My mom
*MrHalfDome™ – Rick Deutsch – www.HikeHalfDome.com