Ah, I miss the fall. This is the road to Horse Meadow in the Tahoe Sierra. In my imaginary perfect life I would take three weeks off in the fall and just live in a junky trailer among the aspen, like some irascible Edward Abbey character. Cooking bacon and flapjacks for breakfast in the cold morning air. Tossing spinners in the creek for trout. Not talking to anyone for so long that I might just forget how. Yep. Hayduke lives!