May 31-June 1, 2016, Carson City-
We spent the past two days intermittently going through boxes, tending to errands in Reno, watching days 2 &3 of the new version of “Roots” and enjoying a fantastic barbecue, at the Sandoval residence. Above is Veronica’s sundial, which keeps watch over her little swimming pool. Uncle Gary, of course, had to get splashed, show her how to toss water at the far fence and discuss the meaning of an episode of “My Little Ponies”- which does have more intellectual fiber, for the minds of 3-5 year-olds, than we older ones might think.
Tuesday was busy, but peaceful here, roiling back at home base (Prescott) and generally a day that brought some enjoyment (see below), but which I was glad to see over. By bedtime on Wednesday, though, all was calm again.
We had a pleasant lunch at Mel’s Diner, in Reno, served by one of the most effervescent young women I have ever met. Diner food is one of my guilty pleasures, anyway, so it didn’t take much to get me to agree to stop there, after Michele’s walk-through at her old apartment.
On the way back to Carson, we drove through Washoe Lake State Park, between Reno and Carson City. The serenity of this place is reminiscent of several similar places in the Prescott area.
The bridge over Washoe Valley is remarkable for its length. Mount Rose calls out to be hiked, but that is an item for another year’s agenda. The Valley itself is stunning, as a place to unwind for many, and as a redoubt for the well-to-do.
A herd of deer were roaming near this irrigation pipe, an excellent way to beat the mid-day heat.
This rock was painted, by person or persons unknown, about ten years ago.
The crowning event of the day was Veronica’s tae-kwon-do session. Watch out, world!
Watching my little angels grow has been a joy, for thirty six years and counting. I thank the Lord this will be ongoing. The session took me back to the late ’90’s, when my son was learning this martial art form.
The time here was capped with the above-mentioned barbecue. The Sandovals pulled out all the stops, and presented us with everything from the usual hot dogs and burgers to carne asada and grilled pineapple. Freshly baked pan dulce capped the meal. It was one of those “No more food for a month” affairs, which is what happens, in a loving environment.
Now, it’s time to head on down to the next important event: A 35th Anniversary Reunion of those who opened the Native American Baha’i Institute, in Burntwater, Arizona.
NEXT UP: The highway that was once “America’s loneliest”.