Bishop. This is a nice little town. Just about the size we like these days—big enough to have a few choices of places to eat, small enough to not have a Walmart.

Late April is not late enough. It’s cold every night—in the thirties cold. Anything at elevation much beyond where we’re at, is still getting snow.

Just a few miles outside of Bishop is the Laws Railroad Museum, which I thought was a pretty amazing place. Somehow this small town has managed to build an 11-acre museum in which kids are free to grab, and play with, just about anything they can get their hands on. Trains, wagons, farm equipment, mining stuff, outhouses, whatever. You just say hi at the office before going in and then wander around completely unmolested for hours. It was such a refreshing feeling, and totally unexpected.

From Bishop we meandered north to Walker Lake. We may have stayed a little longer in Bishop, had the cold weather and forecast for rain not driven us out.

Walker Lake. I imagine this place has a high season, but right now it is empty.

Just another lake drying up into nothing. Won’t be too much longer before people like us are camping out in the middle of it.

We had barely parked the bus and these two were outside making necklaces. The change in these two together the past six months or so has been incredible. I know I’ve said it before, but watching them become best buds has been the greatest feeling I’ve had as a parent. So happy they have each other and that 90% of the time they want nothing more than to make the other laugh. When they’re doing things like this Ali and I just sit back and listen to the two of them talk. Non-stop talk. There is never a lull in their conversations together.

Anyway…they make me smile.

Must. Conquer. Everything!

Snow is never far away.

Collectors. A small fire just won’t do.

Ouest knows how to tie knots. No bowlines yet, but she’s happy throwing piles of half-hitches around everything.