To the Sierra

A road trip was necessary. We both wanted to see snow and pretend we didn’t live in San Francisco. We succeeded. Friday night took us to Placerville, where we decided to rest up and explore before seeing the snow farther uphill on Saturday…

 

Dogs and special service along the way…

 

As it turned out, we didn’t stay in either of these motels…

Nor this one…

 

But we did eat at both these restaurants…

Our motel had the narrowest double beds in the free world, I think, but made it for it by also having full cable and free pastries in the morning…

Placerville and Tahoe

I didn’t sleep well (even after staking out my own miniature bed), but we got out at a reasonable hour and had breakfast at the corner diner, marvelling at the light fixtures, the space-age sign, and the cheap food. Afterward, we speny way too much money on books and old road maps and other stuff downtown before driving up Highway 50 for a quick look at the snow. We ended up going all the way to Lake Tahoe, with Mark clutching the wheel to avoid black ice all the way back…

Saturday night’s dinner was pizza at this semi-redneck sports bar and pizza parlor, which was at least slightly more appealing than it sounds. After dinner, we explored Placerville some more, watched a little TV, and slipped into our respective miniature beds…

 

Historic spot, historic town…

 

He drove. I took pictures…

 

Fredo is buried somewhere in that lake…

 

Mmmm. Neon…

 

Daunting mountains…

 

The Placerville Penis. I think it was supposed to be more yule than tool, but I’m not sure…

Home

Sunday morning brought more free pastries, a Mexican breakfast, and laundry with the locals (which is fast becoming a vacation tradition). We headed back to san Francisco early in the afternoon, stopping in Sacramento for a Wal-Mart run and in Isleton for a crawdad melt. Of course, we made it home in time for The Simpsons, even though we were too tired to care very much…

It was a good weekend…