Last night I said to Christine that normally I am loath to return home after a holiday, but this time I felt ready to go. This morning I revised that opinion and, with a heavy heart I got things stowed away for the return journey.
We had breakfast and put things away ready to travel. The road through Sacramento was, as usual, busy, with the freeway expanding ti seven lanes and gradually contracting and expanding as we passed exits and entrances. Once through there the traffic calmed down and we had a good drive, rising gradually through the mountains to over 7,000 feet or about 2,100 metres at the Donner Pass, named for the ill fated expedition to California with its accusations of cannibalism.
We stopped in Boomtown, just before Reno where we had camped some years ago with my sister. We passed through Reno where the road again collected traffic, but once into the desert, the road became quiet and the scenery changed to rolling hills of scrub. We stopped at a speck in the map called Lovelock at a rather bare campground, though it does have trees for shade. While still hot, the sunshine we have enjoyed almost continually on this trip disappeared and was replaced by cloud and then at supper time, by what appeared to be a dust storm. It looks like fog, accompanied by a wind.
We had dinner and watched the skies darken. Eventually we had a rainstorm - short but heavy. Doubtful if it would make much difference to the drought conditions being experienced all over California - but we are in Nevada now, anyway! Have not heard what the conditions are here. The cable does not seem to work and we have not tried to get TV over the air.
We played games and retired for the night. Tomorrow we plan to get to Wells, also in Nevada.