Driving over Donner summit today: Tell me anything!

I'm taking highway 80 from Sacramento to Sparks Nevada. 2 wheel drive pick up with tire chains.... Am I insane?

I hear the roadside eats aren't too good (okay, sick joke, but hey, I"m tired).

Now THAT was funny (OK, in a sick sorta way, but still . . .).

in case you see a hitchiker. :-)

....Your table is ready...

These responses are hysterical!

who died trying to go for help, and was turned into snack food
for his efforts. His name was Jay Fosdick. Say hello, and thanks for trying for me when you go by.

Parents: Levi Fosdick (b. 18 Mar 1801 in Hartford, Washington Co., NY; d. 1 Sep 1878 in Tiskilwa, Bureau Co., IL) m. Roxena Webster (b. 8 Mar 1802 in West Granville, Washington Co., NY; d. 17 Feb 1883 in Tiskilwa, Bureau Co., IL).

Not much is known about Sarah Graves’ young husband. He was a native of New York State and moved with his family to Marshall County, Illinois, about 1836. He had been courting Sarah and decided to emigrate with her to California; they were married shortly before setting out. The only personal detail known about him is that he played the violin.
Jay and Sarah left the Lake Camp with the Forlorn Hope on December 15, 1846. By January 3, 1847, five of the fifteen snowshoers had died and Jay Fosdick was failing. The next day he lagged behind the others, except for Sarah, who stayed with him. J. Quinn Thornton reported

Several times during the night of the 4th, Mr. Eddy had fired his rifle for the purpose of informing his companions where they were. Jay Fosdick, who, it will be remembered, was expected to die, was about a mile back. He had lain down, unable to proceed any further; and his wife was with him. Upon hearing Mr. Eddy’s rifle crack, at the time of his killing the deer, he exclaimed, in a feeble voice—"There! Eddy has killed a deer. Now, if I can only get to him, I shall live."
He did not survive the night. His widow "rolled his body in the only blanket they possessed, and laid herself down upon the ground, desiring to die, and hoping that she would freeze to death," but her wish was not granted.

You never know when you might get stranded, and a little Tabasco can make just about anything edible.

story that amazes me the most is that they stopped for the night just a few feet from the summit of the pass. And it snowed that night and they couldn't go any farther for months. Had they carried on just a little farther. . . .

I can't believe you'd just run over such a beloved disco icon like that....Heartless meanie!

Donner is usually pretty well kept. Especially during the holidays.

:)