The snow-capped mountains where visible from where I sat. There were no words to describe how I felt the first time I saw them through the car window. I persistently took photos though all of them came out blurry. Growing up near the equator, snow once existed only in dreams at night if I was lucky enough to remember them in the morning.
We went past a lake before we reached Reno. My family was crazy enough to stand outside with the freezing wind chill just to have a photo taken. I would say most of us were tame though a lot could happen in one night in the casinos. My uncle lost sleep and money when morning came so he stole a few hours of nap time while the rest of us were having breakfast. Meal was heavy and the rest was like a trance while on the road back to Vallejo.
My eyelids started to fall as my energy levels were dropping too. Half awake, I could see the sun smearing across the sky like an orange paint. It is hard to tell sometimes if that weekend was just a dream. If it was, I didn't want to wake up from it. I still don't want to.