Not much to say about my first day in Tahoe. I slept in. I napped. I ate lunch and came back for a nap. It was that kind of a day. Riding in the cold definitely wiped me out. Here’s the hostel living room.

The next day was a bit more adventurous. After breakfast I was planning to take a small hike in the hills behind the hostel. That’s when Ed walked in.

Ed had been due in the same day as me, but a collision that neither the deer nor his car survived delayed him a day. He mentions a hike up Mount Rose an days “Want to come with?” So a little while later we’re riding in his rental car to the trailhead at 8,000 feet.

We see a whole bunch of water bottles and granola bars and learn just before helping ourselves to what we thought we leftovers that they were for a group of fourth graders that were hiking the mountain that day. We started  the trail.

That’s Ed and some scenery. And that’s all for now. I’m eager to  get on the road to Santa Rosa, where I’ll see my cousin Meredith and her husband Steve. Upcoming posts: up the mountain, Donnor pass, the Sierras, and music in Davis. Yep, im a bit behind in this blog, but be assured that I am safely in California’s central valley and that there are plenty of tomatoes for everyone.