We also found a hot springs in Grover State Park near Markleeville, a funky little town in the Eastern Sierras with a kick butt deli and a guy next door very protective of his private property.
Tonight we entered the casino next door to our RV park. What a weird slice of life...sitting in front of a machine that makes noises and hitting buttons in one of the few realms that still allows smoking. Casinos and bowling alleys. I put in five dollars, played black jack for about 1/2 an hour, and then took my $5 home. Carl came out 35 cents ahead and blew his earnings on a newspaper.
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