Rendezvous Eleven – Getting there

The drive up to was surprisingly quick and relaxing, and I attribute that to taking back-country roads nearly the entire way or as much as I could. Fueled-up at 8:40 AM in Diamond Springs, and went up Pleasant Valley Road to the Sly Park cutoff where the Mormon Immigrant Trail leads out to Hwy 88 in the direction of Kirkwood.
Only saw about four vehicles headed in the other direction. Being out of the freeway insanity-mix was a breath of fresh air, and the High Country always has unparalleled vistas to appreciate that cleanse the mind and soul. Rolling over Carson pass at 8,000 feet down past Silver Lake, Caples Lake, and Woods lake into Hope Valley on a beautiful fall morning was magical.
The roll down into Nevada was easy and lead straight to Carson City, and then Reno. Somehow Nevada traffic was minimal and placid (Thursday after all), until I hit Reno and the metal-swarm began again. Oh well easy enough and I hit the Casino about 12:15 with plenty of time to unload and get ready to go to the class on Emergency Medical Range Training lead by multi-tour participant in the GWT, ex-Reno Motor-Office and Detective, experienced EMT and former Flight EMS Derek Cecil — who had many (darkly funny) stories to tell including his own…

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The semi-sprawling adventures of a culturally hegemonic former flat-lander and anti-idiotarian individualist, fleeing the toxic cultural smug emitted by self-satisfied lotus-eating low-land Tesla-driving floppy-hat wearing lizadroid-Leftbat Califorganic eco-tofuistas ~

8 thoughts on “Rendezvous Eleven – Getting there

  1. During my grade school days (mid ’60’s) grew up on ranch in the gold rush country above Fiddletown. During the summer we would take a week off and head up 88. We would pile all our camp supplies in our Willys 4WD pickup, and a friend with a stock truck would haul our saddled horses up to Tragedy Springs. We would ride/drive about seven miles south and set up camp at the edge of the Mokelumne Wilderness Area. We would extend out from there on day or overnight trips by horse back. Good times.


    • Every time I drive past Tragedy Springs I wonder about the name…so I looked it up and now I know.
      Somehow I am supposed to be related to Kit Carson, though not a direct descendent but through marriage perhaps. I’ll have to ask my Dad when I see him next.
      The “Carson Route” seems like it would have been much easier to build a railroad over than the Donner route to the north that Stanford pushed-through…


  2. Sorry I couldn’t make it this year.
    Drove 88 every day from a condo in Kirkwood to the jobsites at Caples Lake and another one west about twenty miles. Overseeing construction projects at the Caltrans yards.
    Some of the crews camped up on the mountain above Caples..good times, heh.
    Good chow at that old dive on 88.
    Post pics, K?


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