Just north of Bridgeport is a wide, level valley with mountains all arouond. Cattle were grazing as far as we could see on both sides. We drove north over a series of low mountain passes and smaller valleys, passing into Nevada, and finally climbing steeply to a high pass before decending to Lake Tahoe. At South Lake Tahoe, jammed with traffic, we stopped for a noon Mass at a church we'd Googled. After a late breakfast at a cafe, we drove north along the west side of the lake, the California side. The lake is a beautiful blue, and we saw later that it is also very clear. Traffic thinned out, and most of the drive along the lake was through woods and past cabins. Our campground was a state park just off the lake, in a forest of BIG trees, including a giant sequoia at our site. No water or elec at the site, but we didn't really need either. Just after we set up camp, there was a ruckus at the second site over: a big, fat, cinnamon colored bear had found some leftover dog food and was chowing down. The man at the campsite yelled at the bear, to no effect. He resorted to throwing things at it, and when one piece of camping equipment hit its mark, the bear ambled into the woods. Later in the evening when S and I took a walk to the bathroom, we went armed with a billy club and a bayonet. No bear, but we did scare other campers.
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