 On the day before Thanksgiving Todd and I drove up to Silver Springs, NV to visit with my grandparents, my aunt and uncle, and my mom and dad. We drove there via Tioga Pass in Yosemite. At just under 10,000' in elevation, Tioga Pass is normally closed by now due to winter snow. But since the Sierra hadn't gotten too much snow yet, we were able to go that way and was it ever beautiful! (note: it closed 2 days later due to snow so we made it just in time!) After Todd met my grandma she asked him what his last name was. Turns out she knew his grandparents! They owned a trailer court in eastern San Diego County and my grandparents lived there for a short time. Talk about a small world! Our dads were about the same age, 7 or 8 or so, and they used to play together; in fact Grandma said that his dad used to get my dad in trouble  Thanks to both my Mom and my Aunt Cora we had a lot of food (to be continued...) It was my first time meeting my Aunt and I think she's great, she's very caring and warm. On Thanksgiving Day after stuffing ourselves full of food (we had two turkeys, three batches of stuffing, mashed potatoes and two kinds of gravy, two kinds of sweet potatoes, green bean casserole, cranberry casserole, cole slaw, pasta salad, dinner rolls, and pumpkin pie) my Uncle Kenny took us for a ride in his boat on Lake Lahontan. He then showed off his surfing skills. Yup, in the cold high desert of Nevada in late November! In a cold deserted lake without a wetsuit... Too bad there wasn't a single other soul on the lake to watch my crazy Uncle Kenny! On the day after Thanksgiving I had fun giving Todd then my Mom rides in my Grandma's electric cart, which probably isn't supposed to go "off-roading" but did. Then my dad took my Grandpa for a ride in his motorcycle. Grandpa would have loved to have driven but he is legally blind. Actually, that hasn't stopped him from driving when nobody else is around... He drove 15 miles to Fernley not too long ago. A cop pulled him over and he had to go to court. But they let him off the hook. For the drive home my parents, in their motorhome, went inland towards Walker Lake and Hawthorne, thinking they could avoid the higher elevations along Hwy 395 and the snow that was headed that way. Todd and I just took 395 all the way south. Well, we didn't run into any snow and my parents did, so go figure. We met up in Bishop anywho and there we said goodbye and parted ways. Anyway, here are all of the pics of my slightly crazy but very enjoyable Thanksgiving http://www.tarol.com/silversprings.html
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