Before dawn on Friday morning, Jerry and I had driven to Las Vegas, boarded a plane, and 95 minutes later had landed in Reno, Nevada; first time I’ve ever flown from what is essentially one casino into another. Both cities greedily extend their gambling opportunities so there are cha-chinging slot machines extending practically from the airport entry doors all the way down the jetways. Well, they don’t really go down the jetways, but you get the idea.
On Saturday, at 5:55 pm, we did the return route, easily located our white Jeep on the 5th level of the Las Vegas airport parking structure, and traipsed the 2 1/2 hour trail to Lake Havasu, diving into our bed at a bit after 11:00. It’s Sunday morning, and our plans are to leave after church, driving our motor home and heading to California.
“Do you have wireless internet service, and do I need a password?” I had asked as we checked into our hotel in Carson City, which is about 25 minutes from Reno.
“Yes, we do, but it’s down at the moment. Should be repaired by the end of the day.” Her words proved empty, for I could not connect at all while we were there.
The occasion for us to be in Carson City was the installation as pastor of our grandson Joel. His wife, Aisha, had picked us up at the airport, and we encouraged her to take us directly to our hotel, for we knew they were extremely busy, what with the special installation services scheduled for Saturday, and besides that, a young couple had a few days before, had their first baby delivered still-born. Joel must preach his first funeral that afternoon.
Jerry and I ate lunch at Reds, napped and rested a few hours, then walked a few blocks to the Capitol building area.
I crossed the street to photograph a few places while Jerry took in a vintage car show.
These outdoor eating area was attached to the St. Charles Hotel. It was such an attractive place, I wanted to move right among the people and take pictures, but not wanting to be obtrusive, I used a long lens and snapped from across a narrow side street.
Down the street was this spot that appeared to be used for coffee service at some time during the day. I was attracted by the ancient stone wall with the sprightly flowers set against it, the assorted, colorful chairs, and the bicycles casting distinct shadows against the pavers.