Friday, August 10, 2012
U.S. 395 between Reno and Carson City
I've lived in the South since the first grade. When I look out a car window, I expect to see grass, trees, beaches and swamps. Needless to say, U.S. 395 between Reno and Carson City looks like another world even though nearby Lake Tahoe is a very inviting mountain lake.
My wife and I recently returned from our second visiting trek out to Carson City, this time to meet the new granddaughter Beatrice. What a cute kid. Of course, she's not yet old enough to notice she's living in a world of sagebrush. I often wonder what her older sister Freya makes of those endless tan hills. Freya will be 5 in January and, if her memory is no better than mine, her recollections of Indianapolis where she was born may well be faint ones by now.
But, other than the air travel and the dry hills, our Carson City trip was a great chance to catch up with Freya and to meet Beatrice. We have tons of pictures, mostly of the family, of course, because the hills and sage aren't as photogenic.