We caught an Amtrak train from Emeryville (just outside San Francisco) for a beautiful ride back into the Sierra Nevada to visit a dear friend and inspiration from college days. She lives in Truckee, next to Lake Tahoe.
The train was 6 hours each way: slow, swaying, hypnotic and the scenery stunning. We ate dinner in the dining car over Amtrak wine with two fellows fresh from a week of winery tours. (They drank water.)
Our two short days in Truckee were a bustle of catching up. Truckee seems a sweet, old-fashioned seeming town where our friend teaches poetry and writing at a private college. Beautiful setting, beautiful days - everything blooming and bright. We walked with a charming dog through grand open landscapes near town and then visited the deep huge blue Lake Tahoe.
