Seems yours truly does not have the magic touch when it comes to gambling. I guess the adage "Unlucky at cards... sorry, got nothin'" fits in this case. During my time at the table, my best hand was two (low) pair. The only time I even stayed to the bitter end was during a bluff run, where my awesome pair of fives was bested by my neighbor's overpowering pair of sixes. I'm not saying the decision to go bluff (rather than go buff) was fueled by the presence and ready availability of free Glenmorangie 18, but I wouldn't rule it out, either.
It didn't matter anyway. The game was a fund-raiser for my kids' school athletic program. Since my daughter is currently playing volleyball, my son played basketball and will be wrestling, and they both will be playing soccer later this spring, I think having the opportunity to toss a few (real) dollars down for the program was a Good Thing. Though for efficiency's sake, walking in, handing over the buy-in and immediately leaving would have been optimal, but then I wouldn't have had the chance to taste the Glenmorangie, and the chance to let all the others laugh at my ineptitude. Ah, the sacrifices we make for our kids!
The route was new to me, I wanted to stay low to avoid crusty snow, but wanted to see some new terrain. I planned a route south east of Mexican Dam on the east side of the Carson River to go out straight on the power line track and wind my way back up higher on the hills.
The views were really rather nice, though with a sunny day, it would have been even better: