We woke up in Bridgeport, which is one of those towns along US 395 that if you blink, you will miss it. Buddy and I began the day with a walk through town. That was enough to convince me that we were going to have to do a little exploring before we started the last leg of our journey home. I saw a sign for Twin Lakes and decided that we should go check them out. It was a great decision as the lakes and snow-capped mountains were very picturesque. It had been more than 30 years since I spent any time in the Sierra Nevada Mountains, but I will not wait that long the next time. I think 395 will make for a great motorcycle ride.