Lake Tahoe Memories III
Saturday night movies at the theatre in Meeks Bay. Saturday night movies in the theatre at Chambers Lodge…very fancy! Swimming in Lake Tahoe during a thunder and lightning storm. The water turned an intense blue color. Stories of the bear that wrecked one of the cabins at Cedar Shadows, exiting right through a wall in the kitchen. Eating dinner at the Swedish restaurant in Tahoe City. Large windows in the restaurant to see the lake, the forest and also to see the crowd at nearby “Fanny Bridge”. Displaying our own fannies as we looked over the side of the bridge and were shocked (each time!) by the size of the fish we saw there. 4-wheeling up to Grant Lake in Joe’s old Willy’s, the one with a U.S Postal Service sign in the back window.
On the trip to and from Lake Tahoe.
Stopping alongside a stream near the little town of Independence and Nana cooling her feet in the water. Stopping at Schatz (sp?) Bakery in Bishop, and then stopping again at the Sierra Bakery in Bridgeport where mom would buy sheepherder’s bread for a picnic along the shores of the Bridgeport Reservoir. And stopping at various gas stations where we would beg Dad to buy us a Coke. The Coke was usually swimming in a frigid bath of ice water and you would hold the bottle by the top and propel it along a metal maze until it came to the latch that required a dime to open it. Old restaurants out in the middle of nowhere, actually the Mojave Desert. Screen doors and fans to cool the restaurant. Canvas water bags that hung from the hood ornament and were important for the long climbs up into the Sierra’s. The long grade from Bishop up to Crowley Lake and the water wagon for overheated cars, courtesy of “Tom’s Place” and located halfway up the grade. Driving by Mono Lake, which held water in those days. Lots of water! Seeing a house floating in Mono Lake; the victim of an avalanche. Stopping to look at the Mono County Courthouse for the umpteenth time!
On the trip to and from Lake Tahoe.
Stopping alongside a stream near the little town of Independence and Nana cooling her feet in the water. Stopping at Schatz (sp?) Bakery in Bishop, and then stopping again at the Sierra Bakery in Bridgeport where mom would buy sheepherder’s bread for a picnic along the shores of the Bridgeport Reservoir. And stopping at various gas stations where we would beg Dad to buy us a Coke. The Coke was usually swimming in a frigid bath of ice water and you would hold the bottle by the top and propel it along a metal maze until it came to the latch that required a dime to open it. Old restaurants out in the middle of nowhere, actually the Mojave Desert. Screen doors and fans to cool the restaurant. Canvas water bags that hung from the hood ornament and were important for the long climbs up into the Sierra’s. The long grade from Bishop up to Crowley Lake and the water wagon for overheated cars, courtesy of “Tom’s Place” and located halfway up the grade. Driving by Mono Lake, which held water in those days. Lots of water! Seeing a house floating in Mono Lake; the victim of an avalanche. Stopping to look at the Mono County Courthouse for the umpteenth time!
posted by Steven | 5:52 AM
2 Comments:
That bakery in Bishop! I went there! We were on a trip for boy's basketball my senior year when I was doing stats for the team which led us through Bishop. I thought that we were in the middle of nowhere! But that bakery saved me, I went there every day that we were there. They had the best food! I can't wait to visit there again someday!
Ah! But you should have seen it in the 1940's and 50's...small and very friendly. Now they are a mega-bakery with big trucks to deliver their wares.
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