Homeward – Day 2

Klamath Falls, Oregon to Carson City, Nevada

Our homeward route was determined when we found that we could touch base with a friend from years ago. We wound our way from the Oregon border southward through northern California. For the first 75 miles we had occasional peaks of Mt. Shasta standing almost twice as tall as the surrounding mountains. They were long distance views but a treat with recent snowfall and cloudless skies.

 

We drove through ranch lands, potato fields and pine forests. Reaching the Truckee area we headed to the north shore of Lake Tahoe to find traffic congestion, road construction and detour mazes. However we couldn’t be this close and not have at least a peek at the deep clear waters of the lake. I was amazed at the distance covered by a paddle boarder in five minutes as I watched from high above the lake. I expect he felt the day was close to perfect.

 

 

We had reservations in Minden, Nevada, south of Carson City, so that we could spend the evening with a friend we first met 50 years ago. At our age I suspect one could offend by using the term “old friend”. She picked us up at our hotel to give us a tour of the area including the oldest town in Nevada, Genoa; and, Nevada’s oldest thirst parlor.  Would love to come back sometime to explore the historic town, Mormon Station State Historic Park and perhaps quench a thirst.

 

 

On our way into Carson City for dinner we spotted several deer dining on the tender grasses of a green yawn. As we stopped so that Bob could snap a picture two of the stags decided it was time to establish territorial rights. Nice shot Bob!