Woke up this morning in one of my favorite places on earth: Elko, NV.
Needed to get an early start, and Cowboy Joe doesn’t open until 8 on Sunday. But the place next door opens at 7, so that’s where I had breakfast – starting at 7:01 AM.This candidate is wearing a white “Members Only” jacket, so he fits right in. Elko, NV – where nothing has changed since the 80’s!I take it back: I do love this brand new mural right behind Bert Gurr’s campaign poster.The only thing “liberal” in Elko NV is, um… uh… well… you know.
After an all-day drive on I-80 across the Great Basin, I entered California with enough time to go hiking on a brand new (well, new to me anyway) trail in the High Sierras at Squaw Valley: The Granite Chief Trail.
“PCT” stands for Pacific Crest Trail, which runs along the spine of the High Sierras at about 9000′ elevation. From this starting point, that’s 4 miles and 2000′ elevation gain: Piece of cake!How am I ever gonna cross this stream 5 times?
Lots of spring runoff, but not too tough: With enough stepping stones, I can definitely do that.
The Winter Olympics were held at Squaw Valley in 1960. It’s a pretty place, and I’ve been by it numerous times, but I never took the turn-off from Truckee and actually went there before today.
I got a wee bit lost on the way back down the mountain, but luckily one of the natives was kind enough to point me in the right direction.
Love this little wigwam, eh?If yer gonna get lost, I guess it pays to get lost in the high rent district.
Finally arrived at my West Sac destination just as the sun was setting… only to find the roses in full bloom in the back yard. Spectacular!
