Day 5

Everyone had quite a restless night. The temps was fine but the constant roar of the interstate AND the 101 trains that run through Truckee with two engines pulling an  2 pushing kept us up.

We needed to leave camp by 7:30am this morning to avoid mixing it up with the triathlon folks, but it ended up being canceled due to the smoke issues. Bad for the lungs . . . didn’t stop us from riding though!

BIllyB last to wake up . . . last to pack up.

But . . he and the G were the FIRST in the chow line!

To keep the tour ‘green’ everyone had to bring their own plates and silverware and do your own dishes, a three stage process.. Happy riders!

Oh yeah . . . we had to do a little clean up. We are already known as the ‘Boys from Wisconsin  who like to drink ‘adult beverages’.

Riding out of town was similar to what we had encountered riding on Thursday before the win blew he smoke our of town. It’s BACK!!!

We reached Lake Tahoe which seems to be low?

We encountered many Triathlon riders who rode even though the official event was cancelled. PLEASE, don’t mix up these mbbt members posing on the winners podium at Squaw Valley, site of the 1960 Olympics, with the triathlon riders!

Time for  espresso and gelato!

Billy makes a new friend . . .

. . . he was ready to put it in his bag and take it home!

Today was only about 42 miles and we got to the rest stop at mile twenty. LOTS of goodies. My favorite . . .figs with Nutella and cream cheese!

The miles later after TWO BIG climbs we were at Inspiration Point . . . couldn’t see the lake, and time for lunch.

It was raining so the mbbt gang took shelter under a rock outcropping.

wizardNot much of a view of Wizard Is. Wonder what the smoke is doing to our lungs!

Then it was time to head down the mountain.

This was an interesting item I had not send before. The sign on the log was advertising a blood bank need for a serviceman and the notes to the left were from those who had donated blood.

Kelly Green, one of the guides, had left her rain coat in the van this morning so had to improvise. It worked!

Tommy G got as unpacked as he could get be before having a Foster’s 23 oz.