I went to Lake Tahoe today
Sunday morning: The other two won't get up and I can't say I blame them--so I head out for Sacramento to go wandering about in the Historic Rose Garden again.
That lasted about thirty minutes--suffering from rose overload--if I see another one my head's gonna fall off--
So, completely at wit's end, and with far too much time on my hands, I impulsively decided to drive up to Tahoe.
Dear God--is there any place more beautiful than the drive on 80 from Placerville up into the Sierras--everything covered in snow--real snow--not make believe snow--
I stopped at a few exits and just parked. One that I don't recall the name of--leads to a dead end--weird. I was grateful though--I got out of the car and waded knee deep through this powdery miracle substance known as snow
When I arrived at Lake Tahoe it was snowing hard (I guess, it's not like I have a reference point)and I got out again and went walking along the edge of the lake--so quiet.
There was an accident on the way back so traffic was backed up like Houston in the middle of the Sierras in the middle of nowhere. I was grateful I turned the heater on high and rolled the windows down. There just aren't any words for the vistas--very ???
At Emigrant Pass, on the way down--I do believe I experienced the most beautiful set of scenes, all rolled into one, that I've ever seen
Mountains and forests covered in snow, snowing, the valleys to the left with fog/clouds/mist hovering in the forests there--straight ahead a blue-purple storm cloud that reminded me of nothing if not a summer thunderstorm in the South--to the right a clearing in the sky with light--truly golden light--shining down on just the tippy top of a forested mountain ridge--and in my rearview mirror, a rainbow.
Snow, rainbow, fog, snow thunderstorm, golden sunshine--all at once.
Almost ran off the interstate.