Then it was a long but seriously scenic drive back west to cross over into California to intersect highway 395 and up towards Carson City. I stopped for some more hiking at Parum Crater, an old volcano near Lee Vining, and that pretty much punched my exercise ticket for the day--I'm still old, out of shape, overweight and sick in addition to dealing with the altitude. But I got it done with a minimum of chest pain, so it's all good.
More scenic roads, then a fabulous Basque dinner in Gardnerville, NV, and suddenly the little motel down the block looked good, especially since it was now full dark and a weather event is expected tonight. I'm staying here, and then one more day spent in Carson City and back up to Reno and a fly out Saturday morning. Thus far not a single thing has gone wrong or been cause for regret this week. I'm loving life.
This means that the dogs probably sold my house while I was gone.