As the humidity ramped up here in the south, my motivation to do anything outside that didn’t involve being completely submerged in water quickly wound down. So I hung up my helmet, let Gus get as dirty as he wanted, and decided to take a little vacay myself. If you’ve been reading this blog long enough, you know I used to live near Lake Tahoe. The region is sadly missing close access to a good eventing community (damn you mountains!) but you know what else it is missing that makes if fabulous? The humidity.
This trip actually was put into motion when my brother-in-law’s long time girlfriend reached out to me and asked if Eric and I would be interested in going back to Tahoe. How could we say no? We haven’t been back in almost five years and now seemed as good of time as any. And honestly? After being back? I don’t know how we ever left. As the plane landed in Reno and all the mountains and casinos came into view, it honestly felt like coming home.
If you’ve never been to Lake Tahoe, you should go. It’s wonderful. Sort of hard and expensive to get into (you either have to fly into Sacramento or Reno) but it is so worth it. And I swear there is no place like it in the US.
And yes, the water is cold, especially on the south side. But if you can find your way up to the northern shore, it’s not too bad once you get in. I honestly could have hung out, swimming and sun bathing on the rocks for hours.
And okay, we did. The first day we hiked the Rubicon trail near Emerald Bay, a hike neither Eric and I had ever done. It wasn’t a very stressful hike (except when you had to come back because it was all uphill… ugh!) but by far the best part was being able to off road down to the water’s edge and go swimming. The water is so clear and blue and deceptively deep. It honestly looks like you’re in the Caribbean at some points. We stripped down and jumped in. It was wonderful.
We also were lucky enough to catch up with several good friends. Of course, I couldn’t keep from going for a quick ride.
And we had to meet my friend’s new German shepherd puppy. He is the sweetest, goofiest, cutest little guy you’ve ever seen. He’s also only eight months old and 86 lbs!
And of course, when you’re in Tahoe, you have to drink the local beer.
And take a quick drive down to Amador/Eldorado counties for the local wines.
And if you do find your way down to South Lake Tahoe, make sure you stop at Riva Grill and have a Woody. Careful, they are very very strong! But also amazing and we definitely spent more than one lunch drinking rum slushies before going to the lake.
But being back in Tahoe did make both the boy and I realize how much we wanted to go back. The weather, the outdoor life, the skiing. While nothing is written in stone, I believe we will be making plans to head back that way as soon as it makes sense for both of us. Hopefully it won’t be too long until we’re back in paradise for good!