Wagon Wheels

Traveling is good for the soul. As is the drive from Reno to Mammoth Lakes. Three hours of rolling sagebrush, gnarled trees, and purple peaks. However, beware of the law enforcement. Although California had to issue IOUs for their tax returns this year, they have plenty of money to post highway patrol every ten miles on remote highways. But now that I think about it, that's how they make all their damn money. They made some off me! 65 mph in a 55 zone. Your welcome, Arnold! Don’t spend it all in one place.

Wheelies and linking turns with Fast, Welhausen, and Hamilton. It's great, you ride up on a chairlift and then slide down on the snow.

Mammoth is an active super volcano. You can smell the sulfur on the way up the gondola.

Joe Carlino made it his business to learn how to make caesars last time he was in Canada. Vodka, Clamato (tomato juice + clam juice), horse radish, etc etc ... I don't know what-all. Annie tried to get Joe to teach her, but he claims, "It's a lot of ingredients you havta just feel out ..." I took pleasure in the tangy deliciousness and tried not to think about the clam juice.

We lurked. We talked about how to do what we do better, and we made big plans. Lots more work coming down the pipeline. Lots more items to be put on a massive list and then crossed off.

The road back to Reno. More glassy mountain lakes with 14,000-footers off in the distance. More birds of prey on fence posts. More cops.