The Reno Rib Festival
Overlooking Lake Tahoe with boats on the water from the motorbike, California, USA
Lower Virginia Creek Primitive Campground to Lookout Campground
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Day 26 - I had to see Lake Tahoe. Everyone talks about it and the couple on my flight were off to a cabin there. I’d seen many lakes by now and couldn’t possibly be impressed with another. I headed up some dirt to Bridgeport and hit the Hot Springs that the grocery girl told me. Too steamy in the desert sun I grabbed a coffee and met a pair of Kiwi’s, who also attended Leguna Seca, travelling in a Vintage Rolls Royce. I creeped up highways into the hills and back into Tahoe City. It’s clear this wasn’t a remote tourist attraction, containing all the big chains nearby. When I saw the lake I instantly knew why people are drawn to it. It’s huge and enveloped in mountains. It’s a perfect place for a ‘getaway’ if you like a popular and commercial location. I caught Emerald Bay, better seen by water, and headed to Reno where a fellow hiker at the falls told me about the annual ‘Rib Cook-off’. Intrigued I set off to Reno as the sun fell and made it to The Nugget where the smell of freshly cooked flesh permeated the air. I ordered a ‘Psycho’ and taster ribs, enough protein to last me days. I headed up near Lookout Campground feeling slightly sick in the cover of darkness.