or ignoring the advisements, which were predicting 100% precip all the way but just rain save for [just] a little snow over the top.

And rain it was, intense,

turning to serious sticking snow preceding the chain controls by some dozens of unforeseen slippery miles as the storm moved down the mountain

after which, once threaded through the usual Cali Creeps creeping along in the passing lane at 15 mph, traffic, if not weather, thinned out nicely

though not westbound traffic.

By Verdi the rain returned in which I went south of Reno for bentonite before catching 80 East after an unfortunate incident in Sparks wherein I tripped over a hose while fueling, then

Wadsworth, 447 north…Pyramid Lake, Nixon [not shown] and,

sixty miles later, Gerlach.

Within sight of home at Little Sawmill Canyon things became interesting

but not impassable

and by Tuesday morning, considerably less interesting, the soft tissue of the Hand that Hit the Pavement back in Sparks [which kept me unhappily awake most of the night] was most inconveniently swollen, staying that way all the long and unproductive day.

At least the Cheese Expedition to Empire proved successful as, clearing out half the store’s inventory in the process, I was able to come away with their lone package of sliced cheddar, leaving only Velveeta.

Wednesday morning, the swelling enough in abeyance to have allowed sleep if not exactly the Use of the Hand, brought snow

…soon of course reverting to Mud.

The County finished correcting the Little Sawmill washout…

 

with more weather to come, no doubt…and maybe some time in the studio, too.

etc.

M