|I think this is Mount Shasta|
|Note insane amount of traffic...|
|Use your Junior Pocket Microscope (Model 3a) to spot the three white herons|
|Trees, California, Friday|
|Mud. Glorious (and boiling) mud.|
|I do hope this is the owner's hobby and not his nickname|
But approaching the Donner Pass/Truckee area, things got a bit wonky when a bloke coming in the opposite direction had his wipers on, and Lo! It rained. Not quite as hard as yesterday but it went on for a hundred miles and confirmed many of my prejudices about Californian drivers.
Thence to Lake Tahoe. Everyone says how teh Aces Lake Tahoe is but I rather fear I have taken against it in much the same way as I have against Aspen, except that the bits of civilisation around Kings Beach managed to be both twee and tacky at the same time. As for the lake, it's a lake. And mostly invisible behind trees, houses, restaurants and rain. It might look better from the other side, and/or on a nice sunny day, but I ate'nt about to go back and look tomorrow even if the sun does come out.
And so to the final pre-BM night halt. Fool that I was, I assumed that the postal address of "Gardnerville" meant the place was in Gardnerville but it is not, no, it is twenty miles south of that august metropolis. Still, I am expecting the view out of my window to be OK tomorrow, assuming it's not raining, because this evening it looked thus:
- Fortunately foodstuffs rather than anything 'splodey.
- Which would have meant following this sign:
|The bleedin' obvious, yesterday|