This is "the" place to stop on the way to The Racetrack and points beyond. I have seen hundreds of Teakettles there (saw a whole Mr. COFFEE too one time; I applauded the sentiment, if not the fidelity). Other times, it looks like most were stolen for a flea market or something. I always have a small supply of pots on-hand here in Michigan, just in case the Desert calls again. All told, the view of the High Sierras is the most wonderful of this place - stunning.
My next "go-to" place is Crankshaft Crossing at the park; I have a venerable old crank from an old Austin Healey racecar. Busted in two, but hopefully suitable for the task.
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