lovelock

Once not long after my mother and my step father were married dad came through this town and sent mom a post card (he was not a romantic person and this was a bit out of character).

The post card had a picture of something in the town and the message: “Lots of the first part to you.”

Lovelock Nevada, population 2006.

This is a little town, but it is the count seat (Nevada has few towns and quite large counties). Lovelock has it’s own hospital, mostly because it is a hundred miles any direction to a larger town. The town was named after George Lovelock who donated the land.

For us, it has almost exactly half way to Deanna’s house. Sometimes we drive from our house to Dea’s in one day, it is only an 11 hour drive, but any more, I try to break it into two sessions. I like to be pretty sharp when go into California.

Reno is a 93 miles west of here. Not far out of Reno is the California state line, and then over the historic Donor Pass. It is a beautiful drive, but the road tends to be a bit narrow, there is a LOT of truck traffic and the road needs to be upgraded. But it is finite! Not really white knuckle driving but time to concentrate.

Once over the pass it is a good road (with increasing traffic) through Sacramento, the state capital on to Oakland and then over the Bay bridge to San Francisco. There is a bit of a trick turn in SF, and if I get in the wrong lane it takes half an hour to get back on the right road!

We should be at Deanna’s by early afternoon, missing the real traffic snarls.

I bring gifts (I know this is not Christmas). Home made pumpkin pies, fresh bread and a whole cooler full of “Grandpa’s Great Grape Juice.” Dea’s boys ask about that one.

We make the trip down every couple of years. It is a long way, but we always enjoy our visit.