An eventful week took me to Carson City, Nevada, and the town where I grew up, for my friend’s mother’s funeral. I decided to make the most of a sad occasion and ride my newly restored bike.
I bungeed on my bag and filled my hard bags. With me I had brought my:
Credit cards…Just in case and some cash
Ipod, speakers and charger
Cell phone and charger
Clothes, including a dress and sandals
Water and Gatorade
Swim suit and towel
Down pillow. Gotta have my pillow, sheesh…what a princess.
Leaving Folsom, CA early Monday morning I took Hwy 50 eastbound to Lake Tahoe.
After stopping only a few miles up the road in Pollock Pines for a pick-me-up (no not a shot of booze... a large iced coffee!), I got back on the road and was surprised at the amount of traffic for a weekday. The highway was full of motor homes usurping the entire lane and then some of the adjoining lane as well.
The beauty of a motorbike is that you can usually squeeze by in the
least amount of space and my 1100 can really move when I need some power. Maneuvering the road was the easy part, dealing with the heat was more difficult. I made a couple of stops, never liberating my camera for those picture moments until the descent into the Lake Tahoe Basin.
Tahoe in background peaking out
View from WPA built turnout down below Hwy 50
After taking a couple of compulsory "first glimpse of Tahoe" pix, I
headed straight to Kiva Beach off Hwy 89, otherwise known as the "dog beach", for some stimulating 55-degree swimming. Now, by dog beach, I do mean canine. It is one of the few beaches where you can officially take your dog friends. I parked my bike next to a shadow-casting motor home and headed to the sandy beach.
I love wearing my vented clothing with merely a swimsuit underneath!! I stay cool for the most part and love the convenience. Gawkers think it rather humorous when a motorbike rider parks, strips and liberates a towel from her bags, then heads directly to the beach. That is exactly what I did. I locked my hard bags and made off for the water.
When settled into the beach, I did my compulsory people watching,
chatting with other swimmers and reading. The day was sunny, hot and the beach full of interesting people and their matching pets. Funny how that works... people and their dogs, they do truly look alike.
See what I mean?
I left the beach and headed to the store to grab a quick bite and an
iced tea and more water. I rode up to Cave Rock, which, when riding
west, gives one a first glimpse of the beautiful blue Tahoe water. There is also a vista point where one can walk and see the Lake. The more adventurous can also hike down to the shore from here. Well, I had done my swim...
Cave Rock pic from 1999
Riding down Highway 50 into Carson City is a total blast. Now you goaty twisty guys would find this nothing but boring, however my big ol’ cruiser and I found it rather stimulating. You can fly down that road with the big sweepers flowing left then right. There isn’t a straight spot until you hit the bottom of the grade. It is amazing.
I love the fact that on a bike you can really get into visiting the
corners. You can negotiate the curves much faster than your auto
counterparts and really begin to feel like you can ride!!! Woohoo!!
Spooner Summit cruising down Hwy 50 into Carson City, NV (1999)
The next few days I did very little riding. Thursday there was an
amazing downpour and thunder and lighening. My friend was hosting his relatives and we were trying to remain cheerful and upbeat. Losing one’s mother is never an easy affair. I stayed until Friday morning so I could do some cooking and contribute moral support, as I knew he would do for me. I figured that my husband and son had, by this time, noticed my absence and it was time to go home.
After a brief stop at the college where Mike works, to bid him
farewell, I headed down 395 to the Jack’s Valley turn off and on to Genoa, Nevada’s oldest settlement. The valley was lovely, the weather not yet too hot, and the road was newly-surfaced and smooth. I was amazed at the growth in the area.
Road through Jack’s Valley
High Desert Lola
I stopped in Genoa for a couple of quick pix and then up to Hwy 88 and over the summit. I took Mormon Emigrant trail to 50 and from Pollock Pines west I felt like I was descending into Hades. The temps went from 90 to 106 in a matter of miles. Note: I need an evaporative cooling vest, but thanks again to Larry and his gift banadana, I stayed relatively cool.
The Genoa Bar and StageCoach Stop
The Stage Stops
View on 88 looking down toward Hope Valley
I just can’t help myself…she looks so good! Notice I changed my chrome decals.
Another good ride.
Now this week... relatives and another funeral, I hope the final one (until my final one, that is). Plus, I guess I had better check in with work...geeze, all these expectations and all I wanna do is ride!