No Truckee, No Santa Cruz

Two towns we had the opportunity to see and didn’t were Truckee and Santa Cruz, both in California.  Truckee, as you perhaps know, lies on the northern end of Lake Tahoe and is a progressive, active mountain town with beautiful vistas, great architecture, and a colorful history.  As Day 11 says, "neither of us had ever heard of  it,” including Lake Tahoe itself, which is true. Nevertheless we had a good chance to stumble upon it . . . except that was during spat #2 with Otto, and we were too busy arguing and being pissy with each other.  I regret bypassing a region which I've since come to love.  We also missed Santa Cruz, a shame and our loss. I’ve since visited there several times, too, and cherish its ideal location high along the Pacific Ocean, and the funky beach stores, and open-minded people and amazing houses that wind through the hills.  But this time (Day 14) the overriding feeling was fatigue.  We spent the night there with muscles and minds aching.  We didn’t appreciate our surroundings and were anxious to get out of town as soon as we could.  Them’s the breaks!