Oregon to California to Nevada

After a fun weekend in Mt. Angel, OR at the annual Octoberfest, having my fill of lively music, potato pancakes and beer sausage, it was time to continue my journey south. I spent one night in Springfield, OR then traveled on scenic Hwy. 58, soaking in all the green, knowing I would be spending the next 7 months in the AZ and Southern California deserts. I learned that fuel stations are few and far between on Hwy 395 between Alturas and Susanville. And I learned that when my fuel gage says "E" I still have 5 gallons of fuel left. When I got to the Atlantis Casino in Reno, where lots of RVers park for the night, I discovered light posts in the parking lot move and dent RVs when you least expect it. Don't ask me how I know this. :-)
The annual Street Vibration Motorcycle Rally was in full swing when I arrived in Reno. One day while there I had a “date” with my ex-husband, who lives in the Reno area. We got on our Harleys and rode the short distance to downtown Reno where we perused the multitude of vendors selling motorcycle paraphernalia, chatted a bit about our daughter and remembered a few good times.