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10/6/12, Bridgeport, CA - Tonight, I’m three miles south of Bridgeport on US 395.  Once again, this wagon journey has sprung a day upon me, complete with new and interesting experiences.

After hitching Bob and Doc to the wagon, I said goodbye to my wonderful host Todd Sceirine and headed down the road. The morning was spent climbing up a beautiful canyon, alongside the East Fork of the Walker River. The Juniper trees of Oregon and Northern California have been replaced by a forest of Pinion trees. Unfortunately I seem to be a couple of weeks too late to take advantage of the pinion nut harvest and most of the pine nuts and their cones are already on the ground.

Bob and Doc pulling the wagon through a Pinion forest, alongside the scenic East Fork of the Walker River.

Just before lunch, the wagon climbed a shallow grade above the Bridgeport Dam and Bridgeport Reservoir and the bulk of the Sierra Nevada Mountains opened up before me.  In this beautiful place, I stopped and soaked in the scenery as I had lunch.

It probably cost a $20 tip to the host of a posh New York restaurant to get a window seat with a view of the city traffic.  To think, it only cost me the words, “Bob, Doc - Gee” to get this lunchtime view. 

After lunch, I drove a few miles to the town of Bridgeport, where I stopped at the grocery store for a few supplies. 

Leaving town, I continued south, back on US 395. I didn’t appreciate a return to heavy traffic and missed the quiet road of the past few days.

Three miles south of town, I pulled the team over for a break and met up with a car load full of ladies and kids.  They invited me to stay at the ranch of one of them, located just across the street.  Tonight, the lads have a 160 acre pasture to run around on, which still has plenty of green grass.

Three best friends and a nice horse - what could be better?

After settling the horses in, I was invited to attend an Argentinean Lamb Roast (also known as the ‘Burning Lamb Festival) on the property next door.  Not one to turn down a good time when it slaps me in the face, I gladly accepted.

A buffet with nicely cooked lamb, some great people, a fire, great scenery and a good band; it doesn’t get much better.

The property had a couple of good hot springs. This pool felt exactly like good bath water.

A nice band to boot!

Just when you think the night couldn’t get any better - the Big Guy had to offer a sunset which was icing on the cake.

As the sunset faded and the bonfire grew larger, friends, neighbors and acquaintances gathered around the fire in an age old ritual of friendship.