Sacramento

April 3, 2014 2 Comments

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sacramento, california

Our day of transition continued, stepping off the train in Sacremento, filling in time until the next one at midnight! It was the first day since we left Hawaii that we needed our raincoats, a trend that would continue for our stay in Oregon. If you visit we’d recommend you skip the old town, which is a sticky little tourist trap more like a Disneyland set than a trip through time. All get your photo taken in costume and highway over, honking and the screech of tires.

We had more fun downtown exploring, we had lunch at a delightful meal at 524 Mexican Restaurant where the owner was a nice kind soul. At a running store the cashier had a friend who sold salsa at our Sunday Market back home and from the depths of our memories surfaced an American man who ran up to me and enthusiastically started talking about my Newton running shoes, wow it’s a small world (at least in the running world). We went to a cute vintage store with great prices and a girl working who seemed in a dream the whole time, slow smiles and glazed eyes.

Then Dylan began to wilt with his cold an we went to a trashy movie before a rushed Indian feast and then waiting, waiting for the train. It is a curious experience entering a train at midnight, passing crumpled shapes of sleeping travellers before joining them, curled in awkward fashion on a seat that can’t decide whether it is comfortable or not.

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Trukee

April 3, 2014 No Comments

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trukee, california

We made the bus ride looping through the mountains to Trukee, 20 minutes longer than we expected, luckily with time to spare until our train to Sacramento. It was one of those days with a sticky momentum, where all you have to do is arrive on time, but then so much of it is filled in with waiting. Behind the main street of historic facades and wagon wheels was a surprisingly trendy cafe with walls of Trompe l’oeil. Then if you wander further the boarded up side of town, abandoned buildings that peak curiosity and let the imagination run wild. A different kind of history lesson to the buildings of impeccable stone and folksy ornamentation with tourists in mind.

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Paddling to Nevada

April 2, 2014 No Comments

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Lake Tahoe, Nevada

Our last day at the lake Dylan and I took to the water. Yellow paddle skimming over the water, the water was so clear that we could see right to the bottom. Swiss cheese rocks and buoys chained to the lake floor. As we paddled houses became further apart and money could be felt, no trespassing signs multiplied. As we turned the corner the shelf fell away, going from 10m below to 500m in an instant, we lurched with vertigo until we drifted further out and all we could see was darkness.

Ducks and other waterfowl lazily floated by us, paddle borders and a chain of fellow kayakers powered by a four lazy paddlers moving on the strength of the girl at the front. A yellow caterpillar, that was not going very far with the dead weight. As we turned the corner towards Incline Village shore we didn’t realise that we had ticked off another state, silently gliding over the State line into Nevada, our stay was short, arms beginning to ache we made our way back home.

The luxury of a stove awaited us there and Dylan spoilt us with homemade pizza. I tried to elevate our train journey of the next day with spelt thumbprint biscuits, but they tasted more like scones badly in need of cream. All was good as we packed and prepped for the 7am bus ride back to Trukee and beyond.

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lake tahoe

April 1, 2014 No Comments

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Lake Tahoe, California

I woke up feeling fine, my cold having neatly passed onto poor Dylan in the night. The night before we stayed up until the date ticked over for the first time in months. We chatted to our fellow hostel mates from San Fran, picking their brains about their city. One was a young college student doing re-writes for his screenplay, the other a Filipino born first time skier taking advantage of the last now drifts on the mountains.

The next morning we woke to a homemade breakfast of strawberry muffins, freshly baked bread and orange juice. This and the walls of books, and lush indoor plants were tipping Lake Tahoe hostel into best hostel ever territory, alas no delightful animal companion though. Devon, our fairy god-baker merrily chatted to us while we devoured muffin after muffin, there was love in every bite. “When I’m not in the mood for baking I can taste the difference”

We delved into discussions of sustainability and economical inequality and I love the way she described the situation. “I feel society is like a pot of water on the stove, it’s boiling now and any moment it could explode over the sides.” I think that tension is what people concerned with sustainability in whatever form feel on a daily basis, most people feel nothing.

Then another relaxing day of mostly solo people/dog watching on the beach while Dylan looked after himself reading a book on Samurai Gardening, or at least that is what the title lead me to believe. Young things cavorted through hula hoops, children played the age old game of bury your friend to his neck in sand and skim boarders glided and sometimes stacked (to everyone’s internal delight) in the lakeside pools.