On the way to San Jose, CA for the World Fantasy Convention, sometimes a state can surprise. Nevada looked more like Wyoming than the Nevada I expected to see. (Hey NV, that’s a compliment). There were mountains, rolling hills, weathered rocks, and of course, Forty Mile Desert. I think we saw some natural hot springs (of the highly acidic kind?), but I’m not sure. If so, that would be a first.
By a road-construction coincidence, the scariest part of the day was Donner Pass, near the NV/CA border. No, we weren’t shut down at the pass by a blizzard, and we did not hike with snow shoes for 100 miles to a “nearby” fort. We did not stop for any snacks, either.
The lane was squeezed on both sides by temporary concrete walls. It was like driving through the center of a boa constrictor’s hold, or that scene in every action movie where they’re stuck in the trash compactor scene and the walls are crushing together (I’m glaring at you, Wall-E).
Beth was at the wheel for the crossing of the treacherous Donner Pass, and she did great, and many many hours later we arrived at our hotel THE END?? And also we get free parking here because we drive a HYBRID. But don’t worry, I’ve seen that South Park episode, and our smug levels are a a non-lethal level.
And now I’m off to explore downtown San Jose and FIND SALT BAGELS (FOR THE GIRL), because OMG THEY HAVE SALT BAGELS HERE. Salt Lake City fails so hard on this account. Yay for the little luxuries of travel.
