Off we headed, from the comfort of my cousin's hospitality to the comfort of my high school best friend's hospitality. The adventure changes with the addition of another person. Now, one has to think about the needs and desires of that other person. Sure, I thought of Jasper's needs during the first part of the trip, but that is different than a human with an understandable voice and different needs from a dog.
It's always bittersweet leaving my cousin & her family including her mom. The saving grace was knowing my aunt would be in Colorado within a couple days of my return home. With goodbyes said, we headed the fastest way possible to Reno, NV
Another beautiful drive through Northern California brought us to Dinner Pass. We got out and explored as much as we could considering the snow.
There were lots of signs to read, and adventures to have, but very limited by time and challenge of the snow. Unfortunately, we were not able to visit the tunnels for this reason. Guess I'll have to go back another time to explore.
Reno, NV is not far from Donner Pass, so we made our way down to find someplace to stay. My friend said we could camp in her backyard, but I’m always worried about putting people out or making them feel weird. So, we tried a couple of nearby campgrounds before giving in and taking her up on her offer.
We set up our tent in the backyard and hung out for a bit before deciding on a place for dinner. Wild River Grille was having a fundraiser night for a local shelter and it was a dog friendly place with an outside patio. So, we said lets go! The food was great. It was located next to the river in basically downtown Reno. It was nice sitting on the patio and catching up with my best friend from high school. I usually see her about 1-2 times each year depending on our schedules.
Finally, we decided to head back to her place and settle in for the night. It was amazingly comfortable in the backyard snuggled in our tent. Jasper was extremely occupied with my friend’s dog, who kept barking at him through the sliding glass doors; until we retired to our tent. He was also very interested in the cat who would look at him through the glass as well. Jasper has not met very many cats. Moro, OR was probably his closest encounters with cats. On the whole, it was a good day.
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