Tahoe is such an interesting place. I went there for the first time a month or so ago, and while I thought I knew what to expect, I still felt a little caught off guard upon arriving. I woke up much earlier than my friends, since I was on East Coast time, and took a walk while everything was still and quiet, so I got to observe my surroundings without getting pulled into them as a participant.
So many different elements mix together to define the area that it felt felt quite foreign. The lake was so calm and clean and blue and it was surrounded by snow capped mountains. There were docks and tall pine trees (and the largest pine cones you’ve ever seen) and a gambling downtown. There were log cabins and there were surfboards. At any moment you could see the story of a ski town, or a campground, or a lakeside retreat, or a surfer’s beach, and all with occasional hints of gritty casino glitz off across the state line. It was somehow all of these very different things at the same time.
And it was yet none of those things – it was entirely its own thing. I like to think of writing in the same way: while it may be impossible to come up with something utterly original, free of any derivation, your own mix of things you are and things you’ve seen can combine to create something unique.
I stuck to the California side (I have no desire to gamble) and got so many gorgeous pictures on an afternoon hike. Enjoy!
What is this magical place?