Yesterday we drove to Reno to see Al Stewart in concert. There were a lot of baby boomers in the audience and one teenager. I exaggerate but not much. I still listen to his album Year of the Cat when I’m writing. I first heard it around the same time I was reading one of my favorite novels, and the story and imagery of that song are forever linked in my mind with that book. I wrote a novel based on the idea from that book and look forward to getting back to it. I needed to mature a lot more as a writer to pull it off. I hope I do someday because I think you’d like it.
The drive to Reno is pretty. I wanted to share it with you even though the phone shots out the window of a speeding car are a bit chaotic. (Don’t worry, I was in the passenger seat.)
Interstate 80 follows the Truckee River gorge. The views open up so you can see the transition from the west to the east side of the Sierra Nevada. I’ve always found the drive exciting. The change is dramatic. Once you’re in Reno you can look up and see stunning long vistas of the mountains.
Farad is a very little town along the way, still in California.
Sunset was spectacular today. The storm was breaking up, leaving puffy cotton clouds painted glowing orange. I couldn’t take pictures of sunset because I was driving, but twilight was also pretty.
