Washoe Lake State Park: August 19 – 23, 2014

Between Carson City and Reno, Nevada

Between Carson City and Reno, Nevada

The noise of Laurel Mt Rd and the view of the condo complex across the street, Krystal Villa West, were getting to us so we decided to spend four nights at what we use to consider an overnight stop, Washoe Lake.  We knew during mid week the place would be empty and it had great Verizon reception so I could be accessible for work.

After the morning bike rides there is a lot of time to do nothing but relax. Relaxing doesn’t come natural to everyone, truth be told I’m still learning.

The mornings are quiet and calm. Right around noon when it gets warm the wind picks up and cools things down. The views are expansive. There are 49 campsites and only 5 were occupied. It’s the kind of place where a man can be alone with his thoughts.

One evening as we were taking our after dinner walk an old codger and his dog were doing the same. He asked us if we were on our way to Burning Man! Ha! That’s the best one I’ve heard in a long time. Mr. & Mrs. Fancy Pants cruising the Airstream to the Burning Man Festival.

Our first morning the quiet and calm was interrupted by the cackling of geese.

Our first morning the quiet and calm was interrupted by the cackling of geese.

The relaxing highlight everyday was watching these barn swallow chicks get fed. Both parents were going back and forth all day long bringing food. Our chairs were underneath the canopy shelter. It was as if we weren’t even there. The chicks were squawking, eating, and shitting all day. The effort the parents took to feed their offspring was amazing.

The relaxing highlight everyday was watching these barn swallow chicks get fed. Both parents were going back and forth all day long bringing food. Our chairs were underneath the canopy shelter. It was as if we weren’t even there. The chicks were squawking, eating, and shitting all day. The effort the parents took to feed their offspring was amazing.

 

 

Both parents, early in the morning, relaxing before the chicks woke up.

Both parents, early in the morning, relaxing before the chicks woke up.

There's actually one good riding spot in Carson City: Ash Canyon and we rode it three days in a row.

There’s actually one good riding spot in Carson City: Ash Canyon and we rode it three days in a row.

Ash Canyon again.

Ash Canyon again.

Suncloud sunglasses, the poor man’s Vuarnet from back in the day. These are the genuine article from the early 80’s, not some knockoff. I’m pretty sure my brother won them in a ski race. There’s nothing like looking at the world through rose colored glasses.

Suncloud sunglasses, the poor man’s Vuarnet from back in the day. These are the genuine article from the early 80’s, not some knockoff. I’m pretty sure my brother won them in a ski race. There’s nothing like looking at the world through rose colored glasses.

Give me my glasses back!

Give me my glasses back!

This is what an empty campground looks like.

This is what an empty campground looks like.

Longview Canyon ride, the other ride in Carson City.  Ash was much better.

Longview Canyon ride, the other ride in Carson City.  Ash was much better.

Looking down at Carson City from Longview.

Looking down at Carson City from Longview.

Campsite #8

Campsite #8

An added plus, great tasting water from this pump.

An added plus, great tasting water from this pump.

My two girls. This is a dried up pond on the walk out to Washoe Lake. Washoe is really low, but not this bad.

My two girls. This is a dried up pond on the walk out to Washoe Lake. Washoe is really low, but not this bad.

Just like her mom, always trying to get my attention while I'm working.

Just like her mom, always trying to get my attention while I’m working.

Walker Burger in Walker, California. Supposedly this is where the animal control napped Sara because she was hanging out, begging for food from customers. We didn't dare stop. I was afraid someone would recognize her and try to claim her.

Walker Burger in Walker, California. Supposedly this is where the animal control napped Sara because she was hanging out, begging for food from customers. We didn’t dare stop. I was afraid someone would recognize her and try to claim her.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Well, we tried it…

And for us, we found out Mammoth Lakes is more of a great place to vacation instead of live. So in November we are moving back to San Diego.

Inside view of the Mammoth abode.

The inside view of the 600 sq. ft love shack. It’s perfect as a vacation home, but really tough as a primary residence.

Life is an adventure, and our time in Mammoth certainly was. Moving to Mammoth Lakes really shined the light on things we took for granted in San Diego. Our friends, family, weather, and year around mountain biking to name a few. I’d say the odds of a big snow year have just increased dramatically now that we’ve decided to move!

 

Put the kleenex away, we are moving back,

Put the kleenex away, we are moving back.