Sat 16/6 – 4245 steps
We left Eagle Lake and headed further south. We crossed the California/Nevada state lines several times, each time you stop and they ask you if you carrying firewood or produce. We had naartjies, but that seemed to be ok.
We stopped for lunch at Mels Diner. It was really good. Watching Americans eat is amusing. They hold their knife and fork in the wrong hands, jab the meat to hold it down, cut everything that needs to be cut up and then swap hands and only use their fork to eat it, or something like that. I don’t think Oupa farm would have allowed such lack of “manners” back in the day. I tried to surruptiously take a photo, but you can’t see much.
We went shopping at Walmart, again. I bought a really good American Whisky. We couldn’t help thinking of Uncle John when we saw this display of Jack. David also found some wine which perfectly describes our marriage, him, me and his bike!
So we thought maybe different counties have different rules and since cannabis is advertised on almost every corner, perhaps we could find anti-inflammatories for David’s back and anything for my lingering cramps (side-effects of the Imodium). No chance, only pain pills available.
We got to the first campsite on our list at Lake Tahoe at about 4pm, but not surprisingly, it was full. It was a state park, which are cheaper than private, but they work on first come first serve basis. It was Saturday and it is a lovely area for water sports, cycling, hiking etc. Luckily we got the last spot at the next camp. It was in Meeks Bay and is the only camp along Lake Tahoe that is on reservation land. It was lovely, with sandy beach and very chilled vibe.
We went for a 9 mile cycle on a lovely trail through the woods. I was nervous, it was getting darker, there was no sight or sound of other people and they had made such a fuss about bears when we checked in, I was sure we would go around a path and there would be one facing us. Not sure what I would do in a situation like that. However, we went around a corner and found loads of happy campers instead, little tents popped up all over the place. I relaxed and enjoyed the rest of the ride, inspite of a rather sore bum. I miss my gel seat. We also saw some amazing flowers. David escourted me home and set off again. He came back happy about an hour later as he had found a hectic hill to cycle up. He took a view pictures of the view, trees for miles and miles.
What I learnt: Meeks Bay was once a gathering place on ancestral land, home of the Wa She Shu people, now more commonly Washoe, who believe the land, language and people are intrinsically intertwined.
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