Tahoe has a different feel over summer. The quaint cottages and evergreen trees that were once covered in snow seem a little bare. Skis and snowboards are replaced by mountain bikes and kayaks, and the crisp cold by a warm bright sun.
Sun. Oh how much I missed you living in foggy San Francisco. But I digress.
I love Tahoe because it allows you to create the feel of home away from home. Stay a cabin, bring a book for an evening read, cook a nice little feast and then watch movies at night. As much as I try to do these things back at home, I get caught up in a never-ending routine. I almost need an excuse for good-quality relaxation.
We stayed in the north, just a short drive away from the lake. Suprisingly, we didn’t spend that much time near Lake Tahoe. Instead, we hiked a couple of miles to a set of different lakes near Squaw Valley. There was a steady, moderate elevation gain throughout the hike and it got a little rocky around the way, but the end was completely worth it.
In the evening, we had dinner at Manzanita at the Ritz. I ordered chilled avocado soup that was surprisingly tangy but delicious.
After dinner, we made our way to the lake to watch the sunset.
One thing I learned about myself: I cannot skip rocks if my life depended on it.