R is for Reno

For your viewing pleasure, I have some photos from our recent road trip to Reno.

This face says.... Well, I can't say what this face says because this blog is rated G.


Mt. Shasta, you take my breath away, kind of like that 80-mph wind at the rest stop in Weed. Weed as in the town in California not the substance. What kind of trip do you think this is? Sheesh!



Living in rainy Portland produces individuals who tend to forget what sunglasses are for. This photo was taken at Pyramid Lake at the Indian Reservation.



Note to self: If Bruce is driving the bus and you want to make record time, make sure Matt Munger is riding shotgun. Under ordinary circumstances Bruce has always been the consummate speed nazi rarely exceeding the speed limit. On this trip, however, I had to do 80 to keep up. I'm so proud, baby. *tear* (p.s. Bruce, I don't want to hear any more of this nonsense about my led foot. Ok lover?)



Kelly and Bruce scheme about how many fliers they can force us to pass out before Saturday.
Kelly, I loved having you as my roomie during this trip. I especially enjoyed our long late night talks and excessive laughter. That 15-hour drive together exposed many things, my favorite being that I found someone to sing through the entire Thriller album with. You did an amazing job planning our trip.



Silver Legacy Casino in Reno. Desperate times.....



...call for desperate measures.



Grateful to travel to with such a fun group!