The main storm had blown through in the night and another was forecast for the afternoon, so with chains in sack in the back, we hit the road to Tahoe. Forest Route 5 (Mormon Emigrant Trail/ Iron Mountain road) through Sly Park was closed at the end where it meets Highway 88 due to snow, so we took Highway 50 figuring if the snow was too deep and chains were required, the most help we might find would be on 50 anyhow.
Fortunately no chains were required and with a little coaching from the Chain-Control guy holding a STOP-sign, I managed to find 4-Wheel Hi for the third time in ten years…
We parked at the Heavenly Gondola and made our way to Base Camp Pizzeria for lunch – the same (popular) Menu as Wally’s in Cameron Park! The gondola was churning with skiers and we opted-out of that experience.
For the first time in many years there was snow on the lake-shore, and right outside our hotel door – so my wife made a snow angel.
We had a light late-lunch and retired for the night, anticipating the big Thanksgiving Dinner on Thursday – and it did not disappoint, with the best oysters I ever had – fresh and clean with not a speck of grit or brine, Alaskan crab legs, shrimp, Prime rib that melted in your mouth, a bit of turkey breast – it was a buffet of the absolute highest standard. And a bit of dessert.
Black Friday dawned cold but clear, and with the anticipation of a massive crowd-scene at the resorts, we packed our bags and hit the road again, homeward bound. Once again there was only light traffic in our direction, but as we approached Strawberry and later Kyburz, the on-coming traffic was clearly stacking up, and at Apple Hill it was a dead-stop traffic-jam going in the Tahoe direction, mainly because Apple Hill is a Christmas tree-cutting destination and seasonal attraction. Good to be home!
PS: Fidel Castro is dead! YEAH!!