Here is Karen on the shore of Lake Tahoe. This doesn't count as a rock photo.
A mural at night as we passed through a fast food drive. Strange colors with the lighting at night.
These old fashioned sugar sticks were just one of the many oldtime treats available in the sweet shop. I had to hurry out of there before the temptations got to me.
You can see the bark peeling off of the log on the front of this store front.
More metal artwork showing a pioneer's conestoga wagon pulled by oxen.
Some figures are pretty intricate.
Those black things on the left are HUGE tires, as tall as the garage doors on this facility.
We stopped at Garnet Hill to prospect for garnets. Luckily, the road grader had just smoothed the ruts into a drivable road again so we could make it to the top of the hill.
Jason breaking rocks to get the small garnets out of the rhyolite. We finally put my rock hammer to good use. We could keep any we found and ended up with about a dozen gems in an hour or so.
A home scene from the mining era.
Just before we left Nevada, we turned south and ran into the Cathedral Gorge. We pulled in to have lunch and a look.