Day 193--Antelope (the town, not the animal)

Antelope achieved international fame when Rajneeshpuram went in next door. That history has been reported recently in the Oregonian, and it was alive and well when we stopped at the Antelope Cafe for lunch. A man at the counter was going through a pile of laminated newspaper articles from that period, and there was information for sale about the days of Ma Annan Sheila.

The Antelope Cafe was also under new ownership. We had the special, which was half a turkey sandwich and homemade chicken with rice soup. It was nice to have something that wasn't a hamburger. The soup was wonderful--I'd drive all the way back for more.

We visited Rajneeshpuram when Don bought the commune's dairy herd. We heard jokes about red milk for a long time (Rajneeshees--maybe it's Rajneeshis--wore red shirts).