I soon became friends with a Paiute Indian girl who was a co-worker. She did me the honor of inviting me to her high school graduation to be held at the reservation school...4o miles away.
Since I had no car, the only way to get there was to hitch-hike (back in that day it was an 'acceptable' way for an airman to travel)...so I accepted.
Dressed in my summer uniform, I went and had a 'wonderful new experience'. As I had my thumb out, planning on hitching the 52 miles back to base, I looked at the road that intersected it and saw the 'Lake Tahoe' sign. Hm mm. I'd never been there saw I thought I'd check it out.
This was Saturday afternoon. By 5 AM Sunday morning my 'curiosity' and I ended up at the corn…