After a great night’s sleep we both woke about 5 am. and couldn’t wait to hit the hot springs. We spent the next 3 hours just soaking and talking. What a wonderful way to begin the day.
We managed to rally and head back to highway 395. First stop Schatz Bakery in Bishop. OMG - I think we tasted every.single.sample!! Love that Sylvia was ready to drive the bakery truck. She does come from a long line of bread bakers.
Driving along Highway 395 an abandoned cabin with the southern Sierras in the backdrop.
We spent most of the day at Manzanar Relocation Center. It was a Japanese Internment Camp established in 1941. We watched the movie, toured the museum and opted to ride our bikes rather than drive the auto tour. We appreciated the resilience of the Japanese people as we saw the beautiful fish ponds, parks and gardens they created in the most abysmal circumstances. It was a very moving, sad, heartbreaking experience. What was weird was the juxtaposition of the beautiful snow capped mountains against the tar papered barracks.
I especially loved the cementary with the wreaths made of 1000 cranes.
Next stop Death Valley. We loved the beautiful vistas as we climbed over the Panamintt Mountains. The view from Father Crowley point was amazing.
Furnace Creek did not disappoint. It was hot!! Yes, bring on the hot weather. We nabbed a spot at Texas Spring Campground and then made a beeline to the spring fed pool. Can you spot me? It’s definitely spring break here and I’ve never seen so many people at the pool. After smuggling wine into the pool (yes, Nonna has been officially corrupted), we enjoyed the hot showers.
Tonight at the campsite we continued to enjoy the warm weather, although breezy. We had a bbq of chicken and roasted veggies with some yummy wine. Thanks Fred. (I am a little worried that we’re gonna run out tho...Please send more Uncle Fred!!). Day 2 was pretty darn great.
