
Day 8.2 and 9.1--O'dark thirty wake up and some beautiful sunshine!
Holy shit, where do I start?? Day 8 was kind of a bust. Nothing but cold sideways rain and overcast skies. Couldn't keep anything dry. Went to S. Lake Tahoe and putzed around aimlessly. We just aren't the type that goes camping and ends up at a mall. But what else can you do when your campground is overtaken with disrespectful college kids? Tried to get my hair cut at the same place we had a couples massage at on our honeymoon, but they left me there waiting 45 minutes. Bunk!
So we started a fire just after dusk and it just wouldn't cooperate either. Too wet. I tried hard to not let the shitty weather get me down, but it did and at 10pm I was more than ready to call it a night. So I crawled into the snuggly fleece worm sack, tossed, turned and finally started to drift off. Then we heard something rubbing against the bus. We were not parked near anything for it to be the breeze. I instantly freaked out because there was some skuttlebutt about a bear sighting the night before. And then, about 600 meters away from our site I hear "GO! GO! Get out of here! BEEEEEEAAAAAAAAR!" Oh my effing gawd.
After realizing the coast was clear, we hopped out of the bus, ramped up the propane lantern and headed towards the screams (because going where the bear was is always a great idea!). Chatted with the campers who scared what they called a "little bear" away. Turns our they had their cooler on the tailgate of their car and were 10 feet away from it when they heard it come crashing down to the ground. Ballsy bear! Or ballsy humans?
On the way back to the bus we hear another couple screaming "GO! GET! Scram!" by the bathrooms. That buster was on the prowl and hungry apparently. Now I knew California is the black bear state and all, but even though we've camped in places that were bear-conscious, I never thought I'd ever be near one! So back at our campspot, I'm clearly not going to bed now. Afterall, the sheet metal in our bus is not all that thick and the two side windows are already spiderwebbed, one "brush up" from a clumpsy bear elbow and we'd be his dinner!
Threw a few more logs on the fire and retreated to our old Army perimeter guard ways. All I kept thinking about was the National Geographic "Human as Prey" show I watched about 7 people that were killed by a spooked mama bear in a California State Park. YIKES!!! Around midnight, we eventually crawled back into the sack, but we left the fire semi-stoked and the lantern on. A lovely full moon provided perfect creature searching ambient light, whereupon I proceeded to look out the back hatch nervously until about 2am. Mike snoring like a log not worried at all for his life!
Since we had rescheduled (for weather) our balloon flight for the next day, I had to get up at 4 to call in to see about the weather for the day's flight. Fortunately, I had one bar of signal in the bus and didn't have to risk being Buster's breakfast. Turns out that the clouds were still laying too low for flight, so I was able to get in a couple of hours of sleep. It was definitely an adventurous night!!
Day 9--
After a yummy breakfast, cooked of course looking over my shoulders for Buster the Bear, we cleaned up the site and packed up for the lake. First time in about 4 days the sun was shining! Long overdue. Parked right on the beach and hopped in the kayak at DL Bliss and paddled all the way to Emerald Bay. We're thinking it was about 5 miles each way.
Right now, we back in Tahoe City checking on emails, weather and eating at the Fat Cat Cafe again. This place rocks. Going to get supplies for tonight and then head back to Bearville!
As always, more pictures on my
flickr.