Bomber! |
Wow, it’s
been over a week since I last sat down to write a post, which is way longer
than I would like. The problem is that I was sick all of last week. It all
started two Fridays ago with Roger Waters’ The Wall Concert. The concert, which
was awesome, was at AT&T Park and, as the concert went on, the air
temperature lowered, and you could really notice that the stadium was right
next to the water. Despite wearing a thick poncho, I got cold, my throat was
sore, and the next day I was feeling sick.
Being the
active person I am, last week was a bit of torture, mixed with the obvious
pleasures of staying at home, all bundled up on the couch, watching TV and
eating delicious cookies baked by Joe.
Fun on the Reno Waterfront |
Fortunately,
I was feeling better by the end of the week as I had to go to Reno for a test.
Just with a bad cough left, Joe, Bomber and I got in the car around 2:30 and
started the gorgeous drive to Reno. The start was a bit rocky as it took us
about two hours to get through downtown SF and over the Bay Bridge to the East
Bay. After that, it was smooth sailing all the way to Reno.
The drive
through the Sierra Nevada Mountains was simply amazing. There was still snow on
top of these beautiful giants, but the air temperature was warm. We saw the sun set behind us while
making the coniferous trees glow with its light.
River bridge |
As we
approached Reno, we thought about the fact that this was Bomber’s first time
going across state lines. We also realized that exactly 3 years ago, we did the
exact same drive, only that we were going the opposite way, for what was going
to be our first time living in San Francisco.
Once in
Reno, we settled in for the night—with a very excited puppy with us—and started
getting ready for the next day.
My test was
scheduled to start at 1pm on Saturday, and to last for 3 hours, so we decided
to spend the morning exploring downtown Reno and, of course, taking photos.
It’s funny how nowadays I see every trip, every outing, every hike, everything
in general, as an opportunity for taking photos. I don’t know if they are the
best photos taken of those places, but I sure know that I love the process of
discovering a place through the lens of my camera, and of capturing those
moments that are unique to me, to us.
Downtown Reno |
I was really
happy we took the time to walk around Reno. The city has done such a lovely job
making the river a great place for people to walk around, play in, practice
water sports in, and it has created areas that are just plain inviting for
people to gather and socialize. Sort of like their own version of the Spanish
plazas, but with a US twist.
After
walking on the riverfront and on our way to the Reno Arch, we walked to the
area where old casinos like El Dorado are located.
The heat
warmed up our skins and almost made us dread going back to the
not-too-warm-not-too-cold city of San Francisco. Bomber, with his Chihuahua mix,
was all happiness feeling the warm sun on hit coat!
One thing I
really loved about Reno is that it truly felt like the Wild West. One of my
best friends spent part of her life in Reno and she always talks about the
West, and now I can really see what she means. Thinking about the West evokes
images of cowboys, the Gold Rush, gambling, saloons, and ghost towns. In Reno,
I feel like I got a bit of all of that.
Even though
we didn’t visit any ghost towns, being in Reno reminded me of one of the ghost
towns we visited during one of our land travels across the West and Southwest
of the US: Calico. Calico was founded in 1881 as a silver mining town and today
it is open to the public. We ended up in Calico by accident on our way from Las
Vegas back Los Angeles. The town appeared on the map and we simply decided to
take the detour to go check it out—yes, we still use good old maps when road
tripping!
Calico
became a ghost town when the mineral resources, that had initially driven
people to settle there, became harder to find, and eventually disappeared. No longer a lively town, Calico is now
California’s Historical Landmark #782! Looking at geography that surrounds it,
it’s hard to image how a town was able to survive in the middle of the Mojave
Desert. I mean, nowadays people living in desert areas make use (sometimes
without even thinking about where the water is coming from) of modern ways to
take water from other places (think Colorado River, watering the Southwest of
the US and making it to Mexico as only a stream), but what did they do then?
Wells, I suppose.
Truckee |
Back to the present and back to Reno. Once my test was done we got on the car and started heading west, back to San Francisco. On our way back, we stopped in a small town, a very lively one this time: Truckee, Nevada. With 16,000 inhabitants, this small town was named after a Native American Chief, and is currently a historically rich mountain town full of charms. A great place to set out camp while exploring the beauty of the area, right in the Sierra Nevada Mountains!
Roses in SF |
Door in SF |
Back in San Francisco we finished our weekend with a lovely walk almost from the Bay, all the way to the Presidio. The funny thing is that yesterday, Sunday, was Bay to Breakers, a race (and citywide party) that starts at the Bay and ends at Ocean Beach on the Pacific Ocean (the “Breakers”), so I guess we did our own version of it, but just avoided the madness that comes with it!
A lovely post, as always, Pao <3 <3 <3 <3
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DeleteCouldn't agree more with JigglyPuff. Wish I had a dog, too...
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