Reno to Sacramento

To leave the Tahoe Mountains, the highways banked with 8 feet of snow, and suddenly find yourself enjoying spring was surprising. Lush and green, we followed the Sacramento Valley north – with rows of fruit and nut trees, livestock grazing in impossibly green pastures.

You can imagine how early settlers – especially those homesteaders leaving North Dakota and Nebraska – thought they had found paradise. We felt that way – (so why do we want to live in Albuquerque? - oh… yeh..) It looked fertile, in a very pretty way. We wandered up a secondary road to the Interstate, slowly climbing as we traversed north.

And lunch? We lucked out again - English-style fish and chips – and fish tacos. I have never had a fish taco, was surpised that the fish was fried, but delighted by the spicy remoulade sauce. We sat outside and basked in the 70 degree weather

Arrived at Lake Shasta – camping again – not a great site – interstate noise, train noise. We aren’t reading our guidebooks carefully enough….