Day 70: hey what’s up hello

Fallon, NV to South Lake Tahoe, CA — 96.8 mi, 5,442 ft

As today’s driver, I’m tasked with waking everyone up. Per Ishaq’s request, I blast Fetty Wap at 7:10am. It was surprisingly efficient: he basically leaps out of bed. Ramona is already up per usual, as is Sarah. Joseph and Tian sleepily arise, while Greta is technically conscious but still lying down. I’m about to jostle her awake until I notice a more concerning Spokes member. Charles has not budged. I rip his sleeping bag off. No movement. I try taking his mat from underneath and he finally awakens, retaliating by grabbing it back. It seems like a losing battle until Joseph pulls out the ultimate weapon: a spray bottle. One squirt and Charles forfeits. I look up, ready to attack Greta next, but fortunately for her she decided to leave the couch. Maybe fortunate for me, actually, since she later admits she would’ve been livid if she had gotten the same treatment (and Greta’s a fighter).

This is my last driving day, so I’m determined to make it my best. I stayed up late last night putting gallons of water in the freezer, labeling the 3D prints from our last learning festival, and probably doing something else important that I can’t remember. I actually woke up at 6am, albeit unintentionally, and I decided to make the most of it by starting to pack the car. My efforts were successful: at 8:30am, all the girls had biked away. I’m pretty sure this is the fastest we’ve left in the morning (I’m patting myself on the back). The guys left a bit later, particularly Joseph, but everyone was out by 9am. My only fault as a driver is that I’m not a particularly good shopper. I guess I didn’t improve much throughout the summer because by the time I get to rest stop 1, only Charles and Ramona are left. I’m ashamed.

I actually catch everyone at rest stop 2, our first cafe of the day. Cafe rest stops are typically longer than usual, since people tend to purchase and consume products from said establishment, but today was particularly long, since Charles decides to have a cup off with Greta. Ruth, what’s a cup off? you might be asking. Well, dear readers, a cup off is when two idiots spend 30 minutes trying to land a plastic cup in a larger pile of cups. It can involve a third idiot who sits next to the pile of cups and retrieves the throwing cup to make the two idiots’ lives easier. I was the third idiot. Neither of the two idiots landed the cup.

I finally manage to shoo them away by promising that they can continue at the next rest stop. I look into Charles’ eyes and lie, because I know that the cups will not be available at the next rest stop. Ruth, why won’t the cups be available at the next rest stop? you might be asking. Well, dear readers, I plan on setting up a float station to cement my position as the best driver because I love my teammates and they love floats. Sure enough, 7/8 Spokies are delighted by the sight of vanilla ice cream and bottles of Fanta and Dr. Pepper (sorry Tian). We have an equally delightful conversation about the injustices of the justice system and whether or not we would press a killing button for $100,000. We also looked at baby photos and gambled. Just delightful.

I admitted to my fellow Spokies that I was having trouble staying awake while driving, and Charles suggested an… interesting comedy sketch. It definitely kept me awake. I also called some friends (shoutout Taylor) to keep me occupied — we haven’t had a whole day with service in a while, and I wanted to take advantage of it. I did also watch the newest episode of The Summer I Turned Pretty, summaries of which I’ve been forcibly subjecting the other Spokies to for the last few weeks.

The drive from Carson City to Genoa was gorgeous, with luscious rolling fields and cute houses speckling the landscape. I also learned from a street sign that Genoa, NV was founded in 1851, in case you were interested. At rest stop 5, I found a nice shady picnic table for us to loiter around. I also climbed a tree! (sorry it was after you left Ramona)

The final rest stop was after a long climb, so I was expecting people to be more tired than they were. Everyone was doing great though (yay team). Tian’s front shifter wasn’t working so Ramona helped fix it 🐐 . Ramona also excitedly informed me that a magical tailwind appeared at mile 85.8, only to disappear a fraction of a mile later. Ishaq consumed Sprite, per usual, while Greta consumed stolen apple sauce, a first.

Everybody had dispersed by 7:45pm, which, if you can’t tell, is late. While I was slightly concerned about this, it did allow me to witness a magnificent magenta mountain sunset while driving down, one Ramona described as “cotton candy.” I unfortunately don’t have pictures because I’m a safe driver 🫡 The beauty didn’t stop at the mountain — entering South Lake Tahoe gave me a sense of euphoria I haven’t felt since Day 46. What can I say, I’m a city girl at heart. 

I pulled up in front of our Warmshowers hosts for tonight, Natasha and Dan. Poppy, their dog, trotted out to greet me as well. I got a tour of the house and started unpacking the van when Ramona arrived and very intelligently told me to consider shuttling the rest of the riders since it was now pitch black outside. I nodded at intelligent Ramona, and suggested my own intelligent thing: why don’t I go back and just give them bike lights instead? Joseph and Sarah arrive soon, I steal Joseph and Ramona’s lights, then go find the bums Tian, Charles, Ishaq, and Greta.

After illegally parking in a fire lane, I find them munching on sweets at Insomnia Cookies. I trade them the lights for the cookies, then zoom back to our temporary home. I find the speedier Spokies showered and eating the delicious grilled food that Dan and Natasha served us. After everybody arrives intact, we all enjoy some dinner together while chatting with our lovely hosts. I also realize we entered California today! I can’t believe nobody told me.

That’s it for today’s blog. I must mention it’s my last one 😢(I know I know, a terrible loss for the blogging community). Everybody has at one point or another written something deeply meaningful in their blog. Instead of doing that, I’m going to drop the Spokes rendition of The Breakfast Club trailer that we created at the high school in Ely.  Despite the audio and general quality being quite bad at times, I did spend a substantial amount of time editing this for absolutely no reason, so I hope you enjoy! Peace out ✌️