A Blog Along The Lincoln Highway

We awake in Carson City, Nevada.  We’re taking the Pioneer Branch of the Lincoln Highway around the Southern end of Lake Tahoe, and it’s extraordinary.  It’s stunning.  It’s cool and goofy.

Bob got married in Stateline twenty years ago.  Now he says he wants to bring his wife back.  So many good memories.  Some gambling too.

Following some of the suggestions of the California Lincoln Highway enthusiasts (Paul, Kell and Grant) that we met by chance in the Chevron station in Eureka, Nevada, yesterday, we stop to see the concrete Lincoln Highway marker imbedded in the front of the Mexican restaurant called Tortilla Flat in Placerville, CA, and we gets some good shots as the day wanes from the Berkeley Pier where you once could catch a car ferry to get your vehicle across the Bay to San Francisco.

Then we take the Bay Bridge into San Francisco and catch the last few minutes of beautiful light at the Terminus.