In late July, 2012, Rufus, Caitlyn and I embarked on a little road trip across California - from Las Vegas to San Francisco. We departed early (after a McDonalds breakfast of fruit, smoothies and iced soy lattes), and hopped in a cab to pick up our car. They didn't have our car. Thankfully for us, they decided to upgrade us instead of turning us away (smart move) and we drove off in our pretty, premium Chevy. Road trip win!
Rufus did such a great job at driving on the opposite side of the road! We passed the time dancing to the radio (when it was in range), snacking on bananas and saltines, and - despite the beautiful scenery - trying really, really hard to keep our eyes open.
We arrived at our first stop mid-afternoon. Mammoth Lakes was such a gorgeous, picturesque, quintessential American mountain town - it still has a little piece of my heart just for its beauty. We ate subway and bought snacking supplies, bounced between the Jacuzzi and the pool with unbridled glee, and did boring things like washed our clothes (which, as anyone who has backpacked for any length of time will tell you, is a necessary evil - to be cherished when the opportunity arises). We walked the streets during the magic hour; our bellies rumbling. We settled on CJ's Grill on the main stretch for dinner, and I downed my peach salad with raspberry dressing and a side of sweet potato with gusto.
Not a bad place to stop for a night, that's for sure!