Hope everyone had a wonderful Easter.  He is risen, He is risen indeed.

We left Lake Tahoe in the morning so that we could take my Mom to dinner and spend some time with her.  The first two pictures are Lake Tahoe on a nice day.  The third photo was yesterday morning.  As we went over the summit we had a mixture of snow and rain.

We couldn't see across the lake yesterday.

THOUGHT FOR THE DAY –  Winston Churchill said, "We have nothing to fear but fear itself,"  and scary bridges.

The Journey - Installment Ninety-Five

Just in case you forgot what it looked like from our point of view:

        The sight of that bridge was not the only deterrent to us.  There was a sign at the entrance of the bridge which read, “No pedestrians, No bicycles!”  There was no bike lane and we would have had to ride on the edge of the road with cars whizzing past us.  I would have been wobbling into the car lanes as I slowed going up the steep incline, then jumping off when I slowed to almost a stop.  It was an impossible situation for those of us who didn’t ride as well as the other riders on our team.  As all of us stood there, gawking at the bridge, all of a sudden I had to go to the bathroom.  We hadn’t been gone from the hotel that long that I should have to go again, but as I told the others, “The sight of that bridge literally scared the pee out of me.”  So where was I supposed to go?, We turned around and there in the middle of nowhere the Lord had provided a “Porta-Potty”.  What a miracle!   I hate using those nasty smelly things, but it was necessary.  We all agreed to pray while I was gone and ask the Lord what we should do because not only was it scary and dangerous, but illegal since the sign warned us not to go over the bridge. 

            While I was using the facility, the solution came to my mind.  I joined the others and told them that I had the answer.  We were going to call the vans.  As we waited for the vans, the rest of the riders had caught up to us and were riding up the steep bridge.  Terri, who had been with us, decided to start out over the bridge.  She was a much more competent rider than the other few ladies and myself.  We loaded our bikes on the vans and they transported us over the bridge.  It was a couple miles before they could safely pull over and let us off.  So, we did cheat a little on our biking mileage because of the lift we received.  The person who had planned the ride had no other options but to have us go over that bridge.  There was no other road from Napa to get us to San Francisco.  But some of us just didn’t have the ability to ride over the bridge.  After pulling over at the first wide spot in the road, we unloaded the bikes and started out toward the town of Novato.