Sound of Munchling IV: Satan Wibbles

I was pretty jazzed by the state of Loch Leven Lakes. I’d always wanted to swim out to the islands but never remembered to bring a towel. Now, thanks to our cold but otherwise lame winter, the ice is thick enough to baby-deer it over. It’s a good thing™.

This hike is also neat since you cross the Donner Pass rail tracks, so the odds of seeing extremely long trains with many engines is pretty high. Downside is if you’re on the wrong side of one going up-hill, it’s a wait. Good snack time, though.

Unilisk Smart Windows and Gums

When we first moved here, one of my favorite things about California was the large difference in smell that a small distance in travel can make. Wales has a lot to recommend itself (chiefly, the bacon), but unless you’re in one of the south-east’s more urinique areas, the whole country smells like a similar mix of animals and the sea.  The Coast Range around the Bay has a smell — eucalyptus mixed with burning VC cash? — that’s very evocative.

Hubert Glampsmurtz’s Ugly Babies Plc.

This isn’t the same place, but it’s the same area that was all snowy in the post below. Barely a trace of it now. The area definitely gets snowy in winter, though — the top picture is pointing at the Tahoe rim, and, below it, the Boreal ski place for people who like skiing for some reason.