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Through the high plains: It was an early start to capitalize on the miles pounded out on Tuesday. The weather was much more agreeable where abundant sunlight replaced the snow and wind from the day before. With San Francisco on the cross-hairs, I went ahead and started driving within a few mph of the 75 limit, but I was still passed like I was standing still by little cars with license plates like Idaho and Oregon.
Truckee Pass: My father mentioned that he had heard that they were requiring chains on vehicles passing west from Reno, into the sierra mountains, and into California. I chalked it up to his normally high level of concern and plowed through Reno (after a stop at Office Depot to send a fax) and into the mountains. Then it got interesting: there were signs warning that four wheel drive or chains would be required. I figured that it was going to be a suggestion the same way speed limit signs are posted but then there was a traffic jam at an area where there were guys on the side of the road charging $30 to put chains on peoples cars, and dozens and dozens of tractor trailers pulled over and putting chains on as many as six or eight tires. It was a pretty amazingly beautiful drive through to Sacramento and down from over 5,000 feet to sea level and the sharktank.
Bryan’s apartment is right on Van Ness so it was walk around time which was cool, but it was always uphill. We had some tacos and met up with Pat and Emmy for a few beers and shots of Fernet. Fernet is a distilled alcohol that San Francisco takes great pride in being the largest consumer of in the US. I am not sure why. It tastes like unsweetened Jaegermeister, and has long been touted for its medicinal value; one bartender told us that during prohibition it was still legal because it was classified as a medicine. It is normal served as a shot and chased with gingerale. A couple of those, and one definitely needs to stop in the donut shop for some fresh fried midnight donuts.2
Brew Review: Boonville; Shark brought me to one of his local bars, Bigfoot Lodge; the décor was lodge – with an eight foot bigfoot statue and lots of animal heads mounted on the wall and bear statues. Since there were only five or six people in the place (average age: 96) we had a chance to talk with the bartender (estimated age: 77) who recommended Boonville, and described it as a blend between Fat Tire and Sierra Nevada. The description was perfect as it had the rich flavor of fat tire but the clean finish of SN. The beer is polished and clean without any of the extra little flavors that have come with some of the other local beers I have tried. The quality of the beer was highlighted when I tried to get a second beer, the keg was kicked so I transferred to a fat tire. After having the Boonville, the first sip of the Fat Tire seemed to have an overwhelming heavy finish that was almost unpleasant.
Pics: 1) The snowy scene on HWY 20; 2) chain-up mayhem at truckee pass; 3) you thought i was kidding? i turned around on rte 50E in Sacramento to pic this mileage sign; 4) host with the most... tp & beer, what else do we need? 5) my dirty truck, perfect for an ad
Truckee Pass: My father mentioned that he had heard that they were requiring chains on vehicles passing west from Reno, into the sierra mountains, and into California. I chalked it up to his normally high level of concern and plowed through Reno (after a stop at Office Depot to send a fax) and into the mountains. Then it got interesting: there were signs warning that four wheel drive or chains would be required. I figured that it was going to be a suggestion the same way speed limit signs are posted but then there was a traffic jam at an area where there were guys on the side of the road charging $30 to put chains on peoples cars, and dozens and dozens of tractor trailers pulled over and putting chains on as many as six or eight tires. It was a pretty amazingly beautiful drive through to Sacramento and down from over 5,000 feet to sea level and the sharktank.
Bryan’s apartment is right on Van Ness so it was walk around time which was cool, but it was always uphill. We had some tacos and met up with Pat and Emmy for a few beers and shots of Fernet. Fernet is a distilled alcohol that San Francisco takes great pride in being the largest consumer of in the US. I am not sure why. It tastes like unsweetened Jaegermeister, and has long been touted for its medicinal value; one bartender told us that during prohibition it was still legal because it was classified as a medicine. It is normal served as a shot and chased with gingerale. A couple of those, and one definitely needs to stop in the donut shop for some fresh fried midnight donuts.2
Brew Review: Boonville; Shark brought me to one of his local bars, Bigfoot Lodge; the décor was lodge – with an eight foot bigfoot statue and lots of animal heads mounted on the wall and bear statues. Since there were only five or six people in the place (average age: 96) we had a chance to talk with the bartender (estimated age: 77) who recommended Boonville, and described it as a blend between Fat Tire and Sierra Nevada. The description was perfect as it had the rich flavor of fat tire but the clean finish of SN. The beer is polished and clean without any of the extra little flavors that have come with some of the other local beers I have tried. The quality of the beer was highlighted when I tried to get a second beer, the keg was kicked so I transferred to a fat tire. After having the Boonville, the first sip of the Fat Tire seemed to have an overwhelming heavy finish that was almost unpleasant.
Pics: 1) The snowy scene on HWY 20; 2) chain-up mayhem at truckee pass; 3) you thought i was kidding? i turned around on rte 50E in Sacramento to pic this mileage sign; 4) host with the most... tp & beer, what else do we need? 5) my dirty truck, perfect for an ad
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Facts of Life
Today Miles: 376; Trip Miles: 4,106
Price of Gas in Lovelock NV: $3.34
Price of Gas in Sacramento, CA: $3.01
1 comment:
It is kind of like when I was a kid-- reading the serials. I'd pretend to "get it" and then just turn to the comic pages WHERE THERE WERE PICTURES.
I hope the road is not "old".
On the phone dad said you picked up some guy in San Fran. I was worried. I thought it was just a random pick-up for the pick-up.
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