Lake Tahoe was gorgeous, but you'll just have to take my word for it. There wasn't really any place to stop and take photos, and the one place I'd counted on to stop and walk along the lakeshore was crowded with a street fair, so we couldn't even find a place to park. We drove on to somewhere I'd wanted to visit for a long time instead.
When I was a teenager, I had a rather morbid fascination with the Donner Party. I read enough books about that horrible incident in California's history to give myself nightmares. Even though that was thirty-five years ago, when I realized I was going to have the chance to stop by Donner Memorial State Park and visit its museum, well, I couldn't resist. Mary politely went along for the ride.
It was an interesting stop, I thought, even though the park was in the process of being renovated and there wasn't as much to see as I'd hoped. We did see the monument itself.
|The base of the monument is how deep the snow got the winter the Donner Party was marooned here.|
|Boy, am I glad I live here and now|
|Beautiful, rolling countryside. It seemed as if we could see forever.|
|We also saw some gilia at the viewpoint. We saw a lot of this particular flower on our trip.|