The Red Horse meekly takes us from Berkeley to Lake Tahoe at a relaxed 65 mph pace. Tahoe, this amazing lake, sits at approx 2000 m height and is breathtaking. Blue, big, surrounded by mountains, 28 C.

BD had the bright idea to do a little mountain biking. I think “how hard can it be, I know how a bike works” – until I’m DYING after 5 mins of the first climb. My heart doesn’t like exercising at 2000m. So I started pushing and hating BD… once the climb was over, though, the way down was BRILLIANT. Downhill mountain biking is frantic and hilarious, when it’s not downright scary. Great stuff.

The tacky motel we’re staying is right on the Nevada stateline, which means… CASINOS! We tried our luck on some wussie slot machines and I left the casino 20 $ richer (BD sucks, btw). Nice! A sad place, anyway, very far from the Las Vegas glamour. I guess if you have 200 $, some friends and several gin lemons it can be thrilling.

 

BD is speechless. Is this a mortal sin?

 

 

We’re leaving for Yosemite tomorrow. Hopefully I’ve got used to altitude…

Z