Triplog Day 3 — Adventure in the High Sierras

Our third day on the road started off magnificently. Having received some route tips from my cousin Lynsey’s boyfriend Don the night before, we set out for the hills towards Lake Tahoe in hopes of seeing the sights. As we climbed the switchbacks leading to snowcapped peaks, we knew we wouldn’t be disappointed. Even with slightly overcast weather, the country’s unofficial sixth Great Lake is something to behold.

The crystal blue waters and panoramic views were almost too much to take in from a single vista point, so we made multiple stops around the southeast rim of the lake to snap photos and explore the shoreline. I even managed to do a little off-roading in my wheelchair on one of the lesser precarious trails, which caught a British couple by surprise when they rounded a corner and came face to face with an extremely paralyzed backwoodsman-look-alike. After that it was a quick three-hour jaunt through more gorgeous hillsides as we made our way towards a small sliver of my history near Mammoth Mountain, where my family  lived when I was just a baby.

We arrived in Bishop, California, a small town just south of Mammoth, just in time to grab some burgers and shakes with friends that have been in my family since before I was born. I relished the opportunity to hear stories about my folks from the old days; the trouble they caused and the fun that they had. We finished our meals, took some goofy pictures and were ready to retire back to the hotel to get another lengthy day of travel tomorrow. But again, it appears Life had other plans.

IMG_0832I pulled into the van like I have dozens of times already on this trip, and suddenly my drive controls stopped working altogether, the words “Right Motor Fault” flashing on its screen. We drove back to the hotel and Claire and Amanda were forced to push me and my 350 pound wheelchair back into our room so we could Google the error message and, sure enough, I have a blown motor on my wheelchair on day three of what is becoming a hell-arious trip down memory lane.

Looks like day four will involve a wheelchair parts scavenger hunt through Southern California. Paging Dr. Murphy… Dr. Murphy, line one.


Comments

  1. hey Kenny, you need to turn this into a How “not” to book: on west coast road trippin? i read them 1st thing, can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings! where’s your lowest destination? west coast customs on I-10, near riverside, did a w/c and the kid’s van on an episode? i’m just sayin. peace out and trip safely!

Trackbacks

  1. […] managed to chronicle what’s become the Southwest Sh!tshow/Birthday Tour from Reno to Bishop to Cherry Valley to Riverside. But the ultimate goal of this wild ride was to rendezvous with my […]

  2. […] already know that bad things happen in threes, so we’ve been waiting since the third day of the trip for that last straw to appear. Well today may have finally […]

  3. […] first post and actually winding up on one not even 12 hours later. Throw in a broken wheelchair on day three, and we were looking at the makings of a book that could be titled “Fear and Loathing on The […]

  4. […] my screen flashing “Left Motor Fault.” Whiskey. Tango. Foxtrot. As most of you know, we have been here before, and it didn’t end pretty. I immediately got on the phone with my wheelchair rep back home […]

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: