Final week on the 395
We originally wanted to spend the week outside of Virginia City in Nevada and take the Interstate over the Sierra’s when the time came to make that jump, but Virginia City just did not suit us. Instead we decided to keep heading North on Highway 395 and go see more of an area neither of us have explored. Again, Kerri had a few places marked on her map as possible places to stay the week, and after an initial bust – only due to no Internet signal – we came across a nice little spot beside a creek and off the main highway enough to have some privacy. So we thought.
It was a nice spot but the small road we were camped only a 100 feet off actually got busy each day for a short period, and there was always the occasional car passing by. Not a huge deal except for the dogs who kept running right into the dang road. A main part we camp/live out in the middle of public land is so the dogs can run around, and that was not going to happen here. So, after two nights we left to find another spot (and a trash can since we now had way too much trash thanks to Kerri cleaning up the camping area).
That morning, before work, we moved another 30 minutes North up the highway. Here we drove up a road leading into the nearby National Forest. Once the road turned to dirt, we began exploring and easily found a spot. We moved on anyway, just to see what was further up the road, and came across a nice little campground that seems to be abandoned by the Forest Service. We decided to stay here for the sole reason that it has a vault toilet, which makes our daily life just that much easier.
The snow came for a day, which was beautiful, and we got to give a serious test to the new insulation in the van walls as well as the Mr Buddy heater. Although we stayed bundled up in a few extra layers of clothing through out those two days, the comfort level was quite high. During our three days numerous other campers came and went. Most only stayed for a single night, either as they were just passing through the area or possibly the snow scared them away. Either way, we had a nice quiet work week to finish off our drive up the Eastern Sierras.
Moose and I did get out on the final day for a five-mile hike around the area. It has been a long time since Moose and I had some bonding time, and he truly loves to hike off-leash. Those five miles (for me) was twice as many for Moose, but he was still ready for more when we got back to the van an hour and a half later. I was not… it’s been a while, did I mention that already?
Was the lake Topaz?
Honey Lake