On the Mountain

All are safely arrived in the craggy, piney wilds. The spaceship acted out again, first in the Verano parking lot and then on the freeway, and finally had to have an emergency hornectomy in Sacramento. It's been sipping ginger ale, eating sherbet, and recovering nicely. Whatever governation Arnold has done to increase efficiency in Sacramento, I have to applaud it, because snip, snip, was all it took to solve the problem.

I skipped the Donner Party Memorial park and passed an uneventful night in my tent beside the beautiful Truckee River (comfortably hemmed in by families in RVs). Then HenHen and I played some early morning slots in Reno and tried not to embarass ourselves in front of famous poets.