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Closed For Gusts, Open For Blizzards, A Scenic Detour Through Nevada

We had a simple and scenic plan when leaving the Alabama Hills. We would trace the eastern Sierras up to Lake Tahoe and then cross over to the Western Sierras where friends were ready to great us upon our arrival. However, before we could even reach Bishop, highway patrol waved us over. There were extreme gusts along our route, we had to take a scenic detour through Nevada.

Closed For Gusts, Open For Blizzards, A Scenic Detour Through Nevada
We departed the Alabama Hills with a rainbow. I thought it was a sign of greater things to come. I didn’t realize that thing would be a blizzard.

Closed For Gusts, Open For Blizzards, A Scenic Detour Through Nevada
We had been admiring snowcapped mountains for the last couple of days. But we hadn’t intended to get this close to them when we started driving this morning.
Closed For Gusts, Open For Blizzards, A Scenic Detour Through Nevada
By the time we reach Lake Tahoe, I can see a sliver of a moon rising over the mountains. Dinner is so close and yet so far!

I don’t know if the highway patrol man even knew what the gusts were like where he directed us. I have a hard time believing that the weather was more sever than the snow storm that he routed us into. Fierce wind, slick roads, low visibility, and an extended route. We thought we would take our time and make a few stops on our way north. Now, it was a mad dash to reach our destination for dinner. It wound up being a very late dinner.

Closed For Gusts, Open For Blizzards, A Scenic Detour Through Nevada
Once we have passed through the bulk of the Blizzard, I can see that the wind and ice have left a mark.

Closed For Gusts, Open For Blizzards, A Scenic Detour Through Nevada
For once, we don’t have to tighten our turnbuckles. We cannot tighten our turnbuckles. They are frozen in place.
Closed For Gusts, Open For Blizzards, A Scenic Detour Through Nevada
We can see blue skies by the time we reach Walker Lake. We pass by several empty RV campgrounds. Maybe we can revisit them when it’s summer?

Lexi lives in a truck camper down by the river.

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