We landed in South Lake Tahoe after a day of driving.
(Side note: on the way there, I got a speeding ticket for going 45 on a poorly-marked highway in Nevada where the speed limit was 25. 25 MPH on the highway? A highway with a crosswalk? Unbelievable. I saw someone get pulled over in the same exact spot immediately after I had been.)
The town we drove through was full of tourists. Of course, we, too, are tourists, but we weren’t among the ones walking down the strip of expensive shops and restaurants.
We found a good parking spot near El Dorado Beach and did some walking along the lake. The sun was beginning its descent, casting beautiful light and shadows on the water.
It wasn’t super hot, so I wasn’t really interested in going in the water. Greg was pushing hard for some water time, and I couldn’t deny him this opportunity, especially having just come from the hottest place on Earth.
We went down to the thin strip of sand, careful not to go too close to the rough waves.
I went into the knee-deep water, not interested in dunking my body in all the way. Instead, I tried to take some nice photos of the scenery. It was strange to see such a big, ocean-like lake with expansive hills and mountains in the distance.
After much persuasion, I took a neck-deep dip in order to wash off the long day of driving, though I refused to get my hair wet after washing it that morning.
After we had had our fun in the lake, we made our way to our campsite for the night. It was a trek into the mountains, but we found it pretty easily. All of the obviously-marked campsites appeared to be full. There were a few that we found out were “reserved” when a condescending woman forbade us from coming closer. I have no idea how the sites adjacent to hers were reserved at 8pm at a first-come, first-served campground, but she apparently knew best.
I was jealous for the millionth time of the lucky folks in their vans and campers.
We found something resembling a campsite with a slight pull-off to park in and prepared dinner.
I fell asleep early and woke up even earlier. I was perpetually in fear of bears, something that kept me up whenever I woke in the night.
The next morning, we got going quickly toward Sacramento. In the woodsy, mountainous terrain Westward, we drove through a tiny town that appeared to be Christmas-themed. Though it had a small population, the street names were all very holly and jolly. I appreciated this distraction from the drive.
Our time in Tahoe was short, but I can see why it’s a popular destination.