Day 140 – 15 Years

15 years ago yesterday I found the love of my life. 10 years ago yesterday we officially said I do.

I made reservations for us at Zephyr Cove at Lake Tahoe. Our cabin was a sweet little one-bedroom with kitchenette and a fireplace.

After checking in we walked about 50 yards to this beach. You can see the cabins through the trees.

I got a photo of Sweetie in the cabin.

We had reservations for the Captain’s Dinner & Dance Cruise on the M.S. Dixie. I’d never done the cruise around Lake Tahoe, so this was a first for me but not Sweetie. It was a very short walk to the dock where she is berthed.

A view of the lake from the pier.

Another photo of Sweetie across the dinner table.

We went to Emerald Bay and back. This is Vikingsholm.

The food was just okay, and the dance floor was about the size of a postage stamp, but the two-man band was pretty good, and there were people having a great time, and we did too. Some were celebrating birthdays and others were celebrating anniversaries like us.

In the morning we had breakfast at the lodge and added two more coffee mugs to our collection.

And before we checked out, I got a picture of the two of us by the fireplace.

Day 83 – The National Mall

Just a few of the places I’ve seen today.

Day 78 – Rock Point Mill

I’ve driven by this spot for years, but desperate for a photo for the day, I stopped here today during my run to the grocery store. Just off Hwy 50, the Rock Point Mill:

Founded in the early 1850s, after gold was discovered in the area, Dayton is one of Nevada’s most historic mining communities. A trip through the town reveals a quaint and historic downtown with a handful of well-preserved buildings.

However, the east edge of town, adjacent to Dayton State Park, is a lesser-known historic site that helps tell the story of Dayton. Nestled in a grove of graceful cottonwoods is the Rock Point Mill, one of Dayton’s oldest remnants of its mining glory days.

Charles C. Stevenson, who was Nevada’s governor from 1887 to 1890, built the mill in 1861. Constructed at a cost of $75,000 (a considerable sum at the time), the mill had 40 stamps that crushed silver and gold ore carried over the mountain from Gold Hill via an elaborate tram system.

I knew none of this when I pulled over to the side of the road to explore. I didn’t have much time, and I’d like to go back and give the place a closer go-over, but here are a few shots from my cursory visit.

There were three hawks flying overhead, but I only managed to get this fellow’s picture.

Detail!

As I mentioned, time was short, so I jumped back in the car to head to the grocery store, but on my way I was distracted by what I thought were more hawks. Nope. Turkey vultures! There was this handsome guy.

Actually, there were three (but just two in this photo).

Day 43 – Fort Churchill

Sweetie and I took the dogs to Fort Churchill today. We’ve lived here for over ten years, and though we’ve talked about going to see it, we never have. Until today. Fort Churchill is a Civil War era fort built in the middle of the Nevada desert about 35 east of Carson City. It was a harsh post for the soldiers and many deserted.

I took lots of pictures and the ones that I liked best I have posted to my Flickr account here. This one I loved the most. I love the framing of the far window and the framing of the tree in the distance. I love the texture and the color.