Rose had me whipped up real good with tall tales of hole-in-the-wall joints offering exotic items. The pass over to Elsinore was refreshing because it was free from the California action that grates me so bad. Just mountains and winding road. Rose drove it with stories of previous head-on alpine crashes. Great stuff to be reminiscing about. Once in town we hit the strip and dug around some shops, coming up empty-handed and bummed out. We walked around a bit and hit the road. Tough little town. The Lake is rectangular, filled with rerouted run-off or something. Ahhh….God’s Country.