Reno Day 5

Day 5
Well it was up early for fishing on Lake Tahoe. We headed out after picking up Brad's dad to go fishing at Tahoe. We got to the charter place after an enjoyable ride in the monster truck. So we get out and find the guide. After talking strategies on how he fishes, he lets us know that it has been a rough week out on the lake and that the Coast Guard isn't letting out boats as of yet. Since this was something that Brad had received as a gift I had no problem going along with whatever was decided. In the end it was the choice not to go fishing. No harm no foul, for me it was a reason to head back out to Reno.

So after dropping Brad's dad back at home we took off driving around, and checking out the houses that my cousin and he had been looking at. It's odd that you actually have to get on a waiting list to get into a housing track in my mind, but that's the way it is there. They were sitting at about another 6 months or so before they heard anything on this house. As we began driving I noticed that Brad was headed out of Reno, so I sat there thinking that maybe this was the scenic way back to the house. As we began getting further and further away from Reno I finally decided to ask where it was we were going. Mum was the word from Brad, it was up to me to guess.

As about the 5th suicide table billboard sign was visible out the car window my mind began scanning for what was in this area that would have a suicide table? Virginia City I said out loud. Brad looked over with a slightly amused and slightly surprised smile. You've got to love the history channel for the educational stuff you learn about the United States. I had seen a special on the Comstock Load, which was in Virginia City, and some how put the two together.

So we hit the streets after we climbed off our trusty stead and headed to the local stores our spurs a clattering on the wooden sidewalks. After a little prospecting on some jewelry and other items, we head to the local saloon to quench our thirst and see if we could strike it rich in the mine ourselves. As we entered the mine I struck it big! That is I smacked my head on one of the cross members, as the tour guide was telling us about the average size of the minors during the time being about 5'4" (I am 5'10" so I should have ducked)! After an exciting tour of the mine, and listening to a guy rattle off obnoxious questions of no relevance, we saddled back up to the bars, our spurs cutting into the bar stools. After finishing our root beers we hit the slots for a few pulls.

Needless to say as we mounted our steed to head out of town our pockets were lighter but our minds were clear and ready for the long road back to Reno, and the couch.