Apr. 17
I was just re-reading my last posting, (about it being better to remember things the way they were rather than sullying the memory by seeing them the way they are now); and I realized that it certainly is true of me. In other words, if you haven’t seen me for a number of years, it would not be recommended that you do so now. You have been warned.
But we push on. We stayed our last night in California yesterday in a town called Susanville, about 70 miles from the Nevada border. Tonight, we are at a state campground in Nevada called “Rye Patch State Recreation Area.” We have escaped California prices, both in campsites (only $14 here) and gas (we got it for under $4 per gallon today for the first time in a while.) This campsite is beautiful, and again, we are the only ones here. There are showers, and a dumpsite, so we are all set. We had our pick of spots of course, and we chose one overlooking a little river. With no company, it will not even be necessary to close the curtains, so we’ll wake up to a beautiful view of the water, with snow-capped mountains in the background.
This being Nevada, there are casinos all along the route, and I think perhaps tomorrow we may stop at one. I have never had any interest at all in gambling (famous last words); but I have heard about the buffets they put out at cheap prices to draw people in. I also believe that you can stay overnight in their parking lots if they are open 24 hours. So I plan to march right in, load up on the cheap food and free accommodations and pull out without dropping a dime at the roulette tables. Of course when we went to Garberville in Humbolt County in California, we were told that it was “the marijuana capital of the U.S.” Yet when we went to the Chamber of Commerce in Garberville, they didn’t so much as offer us a sample. So you can’t always believe the promises. Still, I’m hoping that my next entry will include a casino review that dwells heavily on the quality of the shrimp.