Tales of the Atlantis

Waking up at the Atlantis Casino, Resort, and Spa -- Every Player's Paradise -- is such a beautiful thing!

Soon I'll need to go downstairs and register for the Craps tournament. We arrived too late to register last night. There was the typical traffic on the way out of the Bay Area, but I enjoyed the drive, and the time with Eric.

I drove through the traffic-y areas, because stop-and-go doesn't bother me, and it makes Eric a little crazy. We sang along with the radio, and I laughed at how Eric seems to know every classic rock radio station in the country. He knows the call letters, and the place on the dial, and he knows if it's The Eagle or The Rock or The Hawk.

He also knows where every restaurant is where we've eaten while on the road. "Oh, we ate at that Denny's on a road trip back in '96." But that's another story!

When we lost radio reception, we sang every song ever written by Cat Stevens. Cat Stevens lyrics linger in my brain. I'm not sure why.

The mountains were beautiful. Bright yellow scotch brush next to wildflowers that were a deep, jewel, plum. Pine trees in twilight were pretty. Then, as Eric took over the driving -- there were windy roads, and lovely mists rose off lakes and wrapped around trees, and hovered in valleys.

We stayed up a bit last night. I won fifty dollars (after much up & down) and it was quite entertaining.

Today is the first round of the craps tournament and I need to get registered & figure out when I'm playing.

Greetings from Reno!