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Road Closed

9/13/2021

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​The Sierra Nevada, the range of “snow-capped mountains,” rises along the western edge of the Great Basin. The dividing line that was drawn between Nevada and California begins near the Cascade Range in the north and then follows the Sierra south, taking a bend at Lake Tahoe. The Sierra juts up into the humid atmosphere moving east from the ocean and drags the moisture out of it. Snowfall in the Sierra can be massive, and avalanches and slides come without warning.
Caltrans sometimes closes highways into the Sierra when snowfall or other precipitation creates hazardous conditions. It was during such a situation that Sharon and I chose to try to drive from San Francisco to South Lake Tahoe, in March of 1983. ​We planned to meet up with Sharon’s father, Dave, and his second wife, Mary, in South Lake Tahoe and Stateline. ​South Lake Tahoe is in California, and Stateline, as you might guess, is next door in Nevada. 
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Echo Summit heading to South Lake Tahoe. Notice the sandbags in the lower part of the photo, where a slide had occurred. Photo by Shea, CC BY 2.0.
Gambling is legal in Stateline, and it’s a lot less hardcore than in Reno—at least it was at that time. One casino had a roulette table that took ten-cent chips. I was in roulette heaven. 
​The largest highway going over the Sierra is Interstate 80, going from Sacramento to Reno and crossing at Donner Pass, where the Donner party had become snowed in over winter in 1847–1848. But I-80 takes you a long ways away from South Lake Tahoe—at least an extra 100 miles of driving. The other way is via US Route 50 from Sacramento, which crosses Echo Summit. We set off on this route in our Volkswagen Rabbit.
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Memorial to the Donner Party, half of whom perished, at Donner Pass. Photo by Seano1, CC BY-SA 3.0
​The old VW Rabbit, which was also called the Golf, was a reliable small car with 74 horsepower—about half that of a 2016 Ford Focus. With the engine in the front and front-wheel drive, plus a 5-speed manual stick shift, it was useful for mountain roads—you could drop it into a lower gear and stay there to climb summits. Ours was beige, similar to the one in the photo shown here. 
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We set off on I-80 to Sacramento, but soon began receiving warnings that it was snowing in the Sierra. By Sacramento, reports were saying that US Route 50 was closed over Echo Summit. 
       We had to make a choice.
       We decided to continue on US 50 just in case we could get through. 
       Radio reports said the road was closed.
     Those Variable Message Signs spanning the highway warned that the road was closed and vehicles needed to turn back. 
     But we saw no barricades. My thinking was, if the road was truly closed, eventually we would get to a barricade and be forced to turn back. Yes, we’d probably have to go all the way back, at least to Placerville, and then go north to pick up I-80.
​We had no cellphones and no GPS. We had a paper map. I can’t remember now how we used to contact people when we were driving long distances to meet. I think we had the name of the hotel or motel and the phone number, possibly the room number, at which Dave and Mary were staying. Pay phones could be found, but in this part of the highway, services were sparse.
     US Route 50 is “The Loneliest Road in America,” and being closed added to this reputation. No one else was on the road going our direction, and hardly anyone going west. 
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Pay phone. Photo by RoyalBroil, CC SA 3.0.
I was reminded of the film “On the Beach,” a classic post-apocalyptic film from 1959 centering on the crew of a nuclear submarine, USS Sawfish. In this film, nuclear war had broken out, and everyone who hadn’t been incinerated was dying from radioactive fallout as it spread throughout the Earth. In one scene, Sawfish makes its way to San Francisco and surfaces. The camera shows streets completely and eerily empty. That’s how it felt on US 50; a world devoid of people.
​The sky was overcast, and as we climbed into the foothills, we started to get rain. This changed over soon to snow. And it was getting dark. But the road was still clear. Somewhere east of Kyburz, we came to a checkpoint where the Highway Patrol had us pull over. There were a few other cars in the same place.
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Kyburz. Photo by Eogan. Public Domain.
I asked the officer if it was possible to go over the summit to South Lake Tahoe. He said that the highway plow, a big front loader with a snowplow attachment, was soon to start up and over the pass, and that’s what the cars were waiting for—to follow the plow. He asked if we had chains.
       Of course we had chains! In California, it’s a good idea to carry chains in the trunk on general principles, and they are required in cases like this. Ours were the cable-chain variety—not the big heavy ones like you might see on “Ice Road Truckers.” But they were chains. The patrolman said to put them on, because the convoy would be leaving soon.
     We then experienced the thrill of putting the chains on the front tires in semi-darkness in snow. When we bought the chains, I had taken the time to do a dry run, so I knew how to do this, in theory. It’s best to know how, because the highway patrol will not do this for you. Naturally, a dry run isn’t the same as being wet out in the snow, having freezing fingers, and not being able to get that inside clip to attach. Perseverance furthers.
     We got in line and made our way over the pass, at a crawl, in blizzard conditions. The yellow lights flashing on the plow ahead in the blowing snow were a comfort, although it was a false comfort; the danger was above us, not ahead of us. But we managed to slip by.
       On the other side, off came the chains, and we proceeded to our destination. We had made it in one piece and were feeling pleased with ourselves, as though our decision to keep going had been confirmed as the correct one, and not just a lucky break.
​I wish I could say that this was a great trip and well worth it. But Sharon’s dad seemed to think we had been foolish (not to say stupid) to have come over US 50, and he was irritated with us. In addition, I ran out of my gambling money pretty quickly, and it’s boring to be in a gambling town if you’re not engaging in it.
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Photo by Richard Styles from FreeImages.
​I think we decided to take I-80 to get back home. That was probably a good thing. Two weeks later an avalanche and landslide closed US 50. This time there were barricades, and the road didn’t open for weeks.
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Sweta Parikh link
7/24/2022 03:56:04 am

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