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Silver Lake

Posted by Zeno Gerakin Published on May 02, 2018

Only slightly daunted by our first night’s experience, we soldiered on into our trip. From the rest stop we continued past Lake Tahoe and into Nevada. We stopped in Incline Village for Sprintilus’ very first DEF injection. Two and a half gallons later we were ready to continue. A bit down the road we had lunch on the Nevada shore of Lake Tahoe at a place called Emerald Cove. Avocado, spinach, and cheddar omelets never seemed so fancy. And, our new Ikea cookware and Costco provisions all played well together, so all that was left was to enjoy the view..

We then left the lake and headed further down the Eastern side of the Sierras, passing by Topaz Lake and then entering Toiyabe National Forest. Outside of Bridgeport we made another stop at Travertine hotsprings where we spent the rest of the afternoon enjoying the hot water, beautiful view, and some interesting company.

Finally, we get to the campground for which this post is named. We left Travertine and headed for our evening way stop. We hadn’t known where exactly we would spend the night, but Kate, our new sprinter-van-friend, had said she was staying at Silver Lake. Guessing this was a campground, We headed onward to meet her there. In between we passed by Mono Lake right at the evening golden hour.

The campground itself was on a secondary loop off of the main highway and had a perfect spot against a lake and below a mountain. We shared a campsite with Kate and made dinner together beneath the glow of our newly inaugurated spreader lights. I did my best not to gloat about my foresight. (I did, after all, take quite a bit of grief about the expense of exterior lights.) Before bed we put up Celine’s brand new window insulation, and were quite glad of it in the morning. Everything froze overnight and emerging from the van, and the covers of the bed, was definitely delayed until the first rays of sunshine hit the van.

Kate stayed on at Silver Lake another day while we soldiered on. You never know what you might miss if you aren’t constantly moving! Or maybe that is the FOMO acting up.

Categories: camps

Tags: California National Forest