From Interstate 80, I turned south on California State Route 89 to Tahoe City.  Along the way I passed Palisades Tahoe Resort– home of the 1960 winter Olympics.  I’m not much of a skier so I didn’t stop.

I skirted Lake Tahoe to the north.  I’ll not try to describe the natural beauty – I’ll let my poor photography do that.  But one thing that I saw that I can describe easily:  After crossing the state line – over 40 cars, trucks, SUVs with California license plates—waiting in line to buy fuel in Nevada.