Raincheck

Waning Crescent Moon

Wet. Sloppy. Thunderboomers moving in.

I was packed and bundled up tight against the cold wind this morning, heading out of Carson City. Couldn't help but notice that yesterday's tailwind was now in my face. But no matter, I was only going 16 miles to Gardnerville or thereabouts, wherever I could find a safe campsite. Then Peg's Restaurant highjacked my attention.

Peg's was awesome. It was jampacked, but there was one open counter seat, so I figured that my destiny was to order up a chicken breast with scrambled eggs and watch the people for a little while. Man, good decision. Plus there was a grocery store next door where I could snag some snacks and water for my ride.

However, by the time I had finished eating and doing my chores, the sky had developed some serious welts and bruises. Low, dark clouds were moving in. There was a lightening and hail warning on my Smartyphone courtesy of the National Weather Service. And I turned back into town for a zero day.

It is too early to call this trip jinxed. I am just going to exert some patience and good judgement while all the freaking journey zombies wear themselves out trying to discourage me. Rope a dope, that's my game, at least for the time being.

To kill time, I donned my rain gear and walked to the Nevada State Railroad Museum. History junkies and mechanics would love this place. Every kind of rusted metal wagon, railway gizmo, red caboose, and corroded boxcar known to man is on display, and there is a mini-train ride for younguns.

My favorite thing, though,  was the metal wild horse sculpture in front of the Chamber of Commerce, which shares space with the museum on the grounds here. It's a cool thing to do, going to the railroad museum. I recommend it.

Afterwards, I stopped at the Sportsman's Warehouse to look for another warm layer, just in case. Score! I found a lightweight half-zip fleece on sale for $9.99. Size L, deerslayer brown, with a touch of camo. Just the ticket for slipping under your rain jacket during one of those lovely afternoon Sierra Nevada hailstorms.

The forecast is more of the same the next two days. Patience. Good judgement. Hearty breakfasts.

Peace, Love  and Camo,
Jim