Our visitation with the in-laws over, we loaded up our toys and headed out for breakfast. Our destination was the nearby Cowboy’s Cafe, a favorite of Dianne’s relatives.
There, I splurged and ordered a two-egg breakfast with a big slab of chicken-fried steak smothered in white gravy. The restaurant was great, but I’m afraid that this sort of Texas-style breakfast will never rate high on my favorite’s list.
Dianne left her laptop at her sister’s house in Carson City, so we exited town by heading 15 miles north to Carson. Computer back in the car, we decided to drive the scenic route back by way of Genoa with a stop at Mormon Station State Historic Park.
Nevada’s first permanent, non-native settlement holds a replica of the original trading post, built in 1851.
After a short visit there, we drove up through the town of South Lake Tahoe and on to our lodging at the Camp Richardson Hotel, an edifice that’s more than a century old.
Like many old hotels, it featured a spacious lobby…
…and small, rather spartan rooms.
Dinner that evening was at Camp Richardson’s Grove restaurant, which sits on the shore of Lake Tahoe…
…offering views like this.
They warned us that bears frequent the area and warned us to make sure we took all of the food out of the car, which, of course, we did. The only bear we encountered, however, was this guy standing across the street from the hotel.
