Bishop to Oaktown

We drove back to Oakland today, stopping at the hot springs near the green church on 395. I managed to get the subie mildly stuck in the snow, but after a relaxing dip in the springs, I rocked it out of the snow. I need a Unimog, I guess.

Walking to the springs


Ice crystals along the way




the Hot Springs




Zubietas in the Mist


Checking out the hot stream




Back at the car



The springs were nice, but the arrival of some mouth breathers encouraged Chloe and I to get started freeing the car, so we hastily toweled off and got down to business. Five minutes, and a few millimeters of clutch later, the car was free and on the pavement. We loaded up, re-duct taped the annoying crash pad bits that had come loose, and headed North.

395 was beautiful as always, and we made a small detour to have lunch at the JT bar. The last time we had tried to eat here we had shown up too early and ended up at some horrible place like a Subway. This time, we arrived well within the two hour lunch window and hungry for some Basque food. The decor inside is saloon-ish, but not in an oppressive tourist-bait way. The food was quite good; I had the excellent steak sandwich, which included a gigantic salad and fries.






It was another fun trip to Bishop, but I have to say that the mega-crews and trustafarian posses roaming the tablelands and Buttermilks really sucks. Next time we go, I'm going to lobby for staying waaaay off the beaten track, snow permitting.