Travel Blogs from Kyburz
... 4 other coworkers in a 2 bedroom apartment. We have an awesome location and I've found that Reno is not to shabby of a city.
2 of the first 3 weeks of work I spent on peavine mountain, just outside the bounds of the city, completing a half mile of hiking and mountain biking trail. The mountain is a desert with no trees and alot of dust. It's defiantly not an easy job but I'm glad I'm here.
Some highlights were while we were on the mountain, both the hot air ballon races and the ...
... DOWN that mountain.
I am sure everyone wants to know my gas mileage. From Gilroy to Menlo Park was 8 mpg and from MP to Reno to Carson City was 8.74. That 8.74 included the climb up 80 in the Sierras and the mountain I told you about in the previous paragraph.
Every time I get cocky and think I have this motor homing thing under control, I am reminded that I DON'T control much.
... we hope they got out okay.
After the very long drive it was late by the time we got to Lake Tahoe and we could only just see the lake which is huge the town is busy all year as they play on the lake during summer and then ski in winter, we passed some very big houses.
We were looking forward to waking in the morning and seeing the lake.
From The Simsons
... of sorts for my hubs and I. We played a bit of blackjack in the casino and had drinks. See, really simple date night. But it was fun nonetheless and a chance for us to have some time to ourselves.
Tomorrow will be our last few hours in Tahoe. I'm sure the pool will be involved somehow. Unfortunately, we never got to cook s'mores over the fire pits (we took it home and have yet to use it). But our mini vacation to Tahoe was a blast.
... was still hauntingly beautiful and the coastline there is angry and wild. My buddy Ruth came and spent a few days with me and we had a howl of a good time talking about the past, the now and the not yet. Transitions seem to be the norm with most of the people I know right now, and even for the optimist, a transition is both tingly exciting and slightly terrifying.
Five days in the fog of Bodega was plenty and I headed home, or at least ...