Upon the path of Highway 99, Lies Wolf Creek Tavern, a sight so divine. Eight rooms of comfort, where guests may recline, With WiFi strong, and red wine so fine, a lot of work will get done. It is Devine. Clark Gable once rested his weary head, And Jack London wrote, in a room filled with Halloween dread. Stagecoaches of old, and Teslas so sleek, Both find their occupants rest here for a day or a week.