I had a truly wonderful weekend. We camped on the beach of Lake Tahoe, at Meeks Bay. Here is a 360 pic of the beach. If you can’t view that, check out this picture.
We arrived Friday night, set up camp, and then relaxed by the camp fire. I snuck away to look at the night sky reflecting on the Lake, which was incredible. This was the first time I had been camping since having my vision corrected, and I was thrilled to leave the moon roof of our tent off and gaze at the stars before drifting off to sleep.
The campground host came over to check us in, and told us that there were new bear-proof trash containers this year. Considering a bear was spotted during our trip to the same place last year, I asked him if they had seen any bears in the campground recently.
“Every night,” the host said. “You can guarantee they’ll be around if you or your neighbors leave out food.”
Yipes! I asked him if this included coolers, and he said it did.
The story about a man being attacked while sleeping in his tent a few weeks ago flashed through my mind.
Now the rest of our group were all staying in campers. So when it came time to retire to our sleeping quarters, I got up and started putting away coolers, and gathering up all the beer bottles that were littering our site.
My brother, Chuck thought this was hilarious, and that I was extremely paranoid. He, on the other hand, would sleep soundly in his hard-sided camper with his gun inside. I was the source of much ridicule over the weekend for being afraid of bears, but I’m proud to report that I am in one piece today, after avoiding becoming bear food.
On Saturday, we hopped in our rafts with the dogs (my brother’s two dogs, my dog, plus one of my future sister-in-law’s sister’s dog) to ride down the Truckee River. This is one of my very favorite activities out here. However, Saturday wasn’t quite as enjoyable as it usually is.
About 1/4 way through the ride, we were passing my future sister-in-law with her two dogs in tow, and my brother’s dog, Ralph, decided to literally jump ship. He leaped gracefully from her raft into ours.
The water was flowing really fast, meaning a lot of steering was required. I assumed the responsibility of manning the two dogs (who sat and stood in my lap), while [The Man Now Known as The Ex] had the paddles. I ended up with cuts and bruises from the dog claws as they scrambled in and out of the raft. Tucker LOVES to raft, though, and spent half of the time swimming ahead of the raft. One of the girls in our group got seasick, and two others had their rafts pop along the way. Ours, luckily, held firm.
Saturday afternoon and Sunday, we hung out on the beach, which was just what the doctor ordered. I pulled on my shortie wetsuit and went for some really long swims in the Lake, in an effort to train for the Alcatraz Sharkfest.
Swimming in Lake Tahoe is absolute luxury. Breathing to either side, there are incredible views. The water is so clear, that you can see at least 30 feet. I watched the rocks, trees, and a few pine needles on the bottom while I swam past, and could clearly see the sun rays reflecting through the water. About 50 yards from shore, the bottom steeply drops off, and the the water turns from turquoise to a royal blue. When you accidentally swallow some water, it seriously tastes like bottled water.
Saturday night, I treated myself to a sunset over Lake Tahoe. This should give you an idea of what it looked like.
As much as I enjoyed the weekend, it’s really hard to beat that first shower you get after returning from a camping trip, though.