Two years ago this past August, my mother and I ventured on a cross country trek in my brother’s Jeep across Canada. We drove west from southwestern Ontario to Vancouver, BC over the course of two weeks, and then down to northern California to meet up with the men in our family. The following are taken from emails I wrote to family and friends.
Day 20: Sunday, August 19, 2012
Left the wildfires of California to head into Nevada. We made our way through Reno and took a detour to Virginia City: an old mining town that’s a bit kitschy, but fun to have driven through and see what once was. And what once was, was a very profitable mining town with a whole lotta desert surrounding it.
Continued on to Lake Tahoe where we ended up at Pope Beach to lay out and enjoy the views and sunshine. I was glad. Not glad for all the Canadian geese, mind you: I fell asleep and woke up to one honking and hovering a little too close. Rude. Met a cute Belgian family who have been travelling for almost three months. They started in Vancouver, went up to the Yukon, Alaska, BC, Alberta and now here. Crazy.
Lake Tahoe is beautiful to be sure. Went for a leisurely drive up to Emerald Bay – the most photographed point on Lake Tahoe(!). Just before this, we went to Red Hut for an ice cream. And for those of you who are familiar with Guelph’s The Cone Shoppe (prior to 2007, before it changed owners), this particular cone I ordered may have been as large as their Dessert Cone. I ate it like a champ, but of course, my stomach isn’t the early 20-something university gluttonous masterpiece of an ice cream consumer it once was. I am feeling quite ill.