The Mobile Station, Whoa Nellie Deli

If you ever find yourself traveling the Eastern Sierra on Highway 395, and you're near Lee Vining, California, be sure to stop in at the Mobil Station on the corner of 395 and 120--Tioga Pass into Yosemite.

This is the sign you'll see from the road.

Over the Labor Day Weekend, we took a short fishing trip to the area with our son Rick.

This is usually a busy place.

It's especially busy if you happen to be there on an evening they've got live music.

Inside is the Whoa Nellie Deli.

The food there is delicious!

This is the BBQ Chicken Sandwich.

It's got two large pieces of chicken breast covered in barbecue sauce, carrots, red cabbage, lettuce and tomato.

What makes it so good are the berries and the pineapple and mango chunks.

My husband said it was the best sandwich he's ever had!

I had the veggie burger.

It had roasted vegetables instead of the usual veggie pattie--portabella mushroom, zucchini, yellow squash, eggplant and red pepper, covered with cheese, plus lettuce and tomato.

It's so big I could only eat half.

You can get one of the sides for $1 more.

That's potato salad there, but get the side salad instead. 

It comes in it's own container, it's so big.

I'd recommend getting the dressing on the side.

My son got the cheeseburger and a side of fries.

The fries are delicious.

If you love french fries, be sure to get those!

This is my husband Gary and our dog Dixie at Rock Creek Lake.

To me, going fishing is a good excuse to sit and relax in a beautiful setting.

The lakes in the Eastern Sierra are soothing to my soul.

Gary and Rick like to fish.

While I'm sitting in my chair with my knitting, I hear a splash.

Rick's caught a fish.

He reels it in and brings it up on the beach.

The first thing he says is, 'I think Jichan would like to eat this!'

My father-in-law loves fish.

Big smiles.

The next day we drove to Tioga Lake.

Rick loves fishing.

He's been good at it since he was little.

Dixie and I go to keep the boys company.

Dixie's a great traveler and great company.

We brought home four fish and the boys released the rest.

Gary said, "Take my picture, too!"

The Whoa Nellie Deli and Mobil Station don't allow dogs, so we went across the street to have a picnic lunch on the grass in the shade.

Here's a few photos from trips past...

Here's part of the menu--I took this photo last year, not sure if it's exactly the same--the burgers are on another menu to the left.

That menu changes and they also have a specials board.

My nephew Garrett and a barbecued chicken pizza.

Tacos.

Kansas City Steak Ceasar Salad.

This is Keith and the ribs he had right after coming off hiking the John Muir Trail last year.


If you have the chance to make it there on one of nights they have live music, it's amazing--people come from hundreds of miles away, up and down 395 to party at the Mobil.

A couple of years ago we fished at Gull Lake the day after an evening of music there, and met these kids that were also there.

Here, they are seeking their "big, blue aspirin" after a night of partying.

So much for the solitude of fishing.

But it was fun watching them!

I like to sit just like this, in my chair, facing the lake.

Only I have my knitting.

The scenery is majestic.

Of epic proportions.

Being there reminds me how small I am in this world.

It's really quiet by the lakes.

The only sounds are the water and the wind.

The quiet gives me a chance to think.

I think about my family.

And my friends.

Especially a dear young couple's heartache, having their twin sons born too young to survive in this world--and praying for strength, love and comfort to get them through this difficult time.