We packed up and after a breakfast at the hotel started out for Lake Tahoe. The first thing we noticed was the roads were busy. We were going to go by Squaw Valley and drove in to take a look. I’ve been there skiing many years ago and all over the Tahoe basin. Bill was taking in all that is new to him.
As we approached the lake the traffic increased and slowed down. We creeped along the West shore of the lake on the Emerald Cove Road and stopped for pictures once. With traffic you could barely get off and on the road.
As we approached the Emerald Bay area traffic almost stopped. We crawled around the bay until we were at the southern viewing area. I’ve been there in the winter while skiing and there was little traffic, this was nuts. We took pictures and headed out.
We headed around the lake to South Lake Tahoe and our way out of this madhouse onto Kingsbury Grade Road and the openness of the Carson Valley.
Bill’s bike started with its overheating problem again while enroute to the Kingsbury Grade Road, but once over it stayed cool.
We took pictures on the way down 4000 feet to the Carson Valley. One of the pictures was a long distance photo of a place Pauline and I had stayed at. I have a picture of Pauline in the hot tube on the roof of the building with a rainbow over her. She is sitting at 8000 feet and the Carson Valley is 4000 feet down. It was over 20 years ago and still a strong and great memory.
We continued into the valley and took 207 South to 88 and back into the mountains and Monitor Pass Road.
Back on US 395 we headed South to Mono Lake, a large salt lake on the East side of the Sierras. I believe I read it was 10 times more salty then the Great Salt Lake and the water is down over 70 feet since starting to divert water away to LA.
We continued South to the June Lake loop and took the scenic ride on it.
We arrived in Mammoth and went to the Shill Inn where we stayed many years ago. No luck. We checked almost all the hotels in Mammoth with no luck. I had only 2 left to call out of 14 when I found a room; lucked out again. I thought we were going to have to go back 18 miles to June Lake where I had seen a vacancy sign.
We walked to the closest eatery to the hotel, a bar and grill called of all things, The Mammoth Tavern. I had the Ahi Tuna and Bill the turkey sandwich. After we ate we watched football and decided to have a whiskey on the rocks. I ordered an interesting rye I’d never seen before, Bill ordered a Pendleton. When we finished our whiskey the game had’nt ended so we ordered another. Bill ordered the same thing, I changed it up and ordered a different rye I had never had. Maybe I should have asked the price. My first rye was $32.00 and the second $22.00. I’ll ask from now on, another of many expensive lessons for Richie Jones.
Moose talk tomorrow.