Late this morning I rolled out of South Lake Tahoe, California, to continue this “FJR Fall Full Circle” journey.  Having spent most of the past week frolicking here with friends, I have no idea when I'll be able to get the photos posted from this past week as I'm certain my ratio of photos taken to hours of sleep is somewhere in the 1000:1 range---WOW, what a jam packed time!  As a former 10 year full-time resident of this paradise playground, it's a wonder that I ever got any sleep during that time!    Knowing how the“tourons” and their traffic flow in and around the lake enabled me to perfectly plan my entry and departure.  I left the south shore on US Hwy-50 heading towards my evening destination of Lassen National Park, which is in the middle of nowhereville California.  (Seriously, it's not near any city or podunk town of any kind).  Soonafter turning onto the two lane NV state hwy 28, I saw a cigarette tossed out the driver's side window of a truck that was just ahead of me.    I was shocked.  Sickened.  When I found a safe place to pull the bike over I parked and walked back to find the still burning cigarette laying by the side of the road.  Let me preface this by saying that my philosophy is you do whatever you want to do and I'll consider your choices none of my business unless they effect me and my autonomy.  Smoke if you want to, but toss a burning object on the ground and your behavior just became my business.   As I was walking back to the bike enraged by the such selfish disregard I had just witnessed, I wondered how some people can live so apathetically and unconsciously.  Littering is one thing, throwing a cigarette out the window is another, and throwing a burning cigarette out the window in an area prone to fire (not to mention a place I call home!) simply dazed me!!  That daze was interrupted by a state trooper who passed by me and pulled up behind my motorcycle ahead, undoubtedly to question my parking decision in a clearly marked “No Parking” area (a common sight along Hwy 28).    I don't think he had a hard time believing my story given I had a dead cigarette in my hand and could give him details of the truck.  Oh, and he said “I like that moose on the back of your bike”.  Leave it to “Mo”, my famous Alaskan moose passenger, to get the attention roadside yet again. It doesn't take long after leaving “the lake” (Tahoe) to experience a noticeable temperature change.  What was a lovely low-70s as I rode beside the lake became a toasty upper 80's and mid-90s all to soon.  I didn't stop and take as many photos as I usually would of the various Scenic Byways that I rode since I was running short on both energy and sun.  The path of travel from Tahoe to Lassen is through Bambi country, not a place I like to be at dusk or later since deer and motorcycling don't make for fun times. I did stop to take this photo though.... ****TO BE CONTINUED..... (did I mention the need for sleeeeeeeeeep?! AGirl ) Copyright © 2006-2012, All Rights Reserved.