Just spent the last few days up in the Lake Tahoe area, for those of you that were under the same false impression that this is a nice part of the world. The town of South Lake Tahoe reminds me of Salmon Arm, enough said.

We did escape the toilet and spent Tuesday afternoon, Wednesday and Thursday morning back in Desolation Wilderness, Desolation describes it and it was awesome. Quiet, lack of humans, open space and some really funny laughs - including Peanut Butter and Honey sandwich party at 5 am, 12 hour sleeps, and a hike/non-hike day.

The body is slowly recovering but the thought of having to run another marathon in 16 days makes me want to hide under the bed. So Dave as far as an estimate of finishing time, I’ll wait till the thought of running it doesn’t make me want to cry.

We’re roughing it now at the Hyatt in downtown San Fran after sleeping in the dirt and a disgusting Econ Lodge, getting ready to go out for NAN!’s birthday.

Why ‘NAN!’ ?
Dave asked me why I type NAN! and if I am meant to be screaming it when I say it. That is not the case at all. Back in the pilgrim days when Nancy, my sister Cristina and I were roommates at 2544 we were goofing off one afternoon in the summer and I asked Nancy how she spelt Nan, she quickly came back in the witty way she can and said:
“En - Ah - En; all capitals, exclamation”.

…. and ever since then it’s been NAN!. (Sometime I get lazy and just type Nan though.)