Well, we’ve parked ourselves in the South Lake Tahoe area and have decided to loiter awhile, having found enough here to occupy our time. Anyone wake up to snow on Thursday, September 20th? We did. Imagine that. For some of you reading this blog (as if anyone really does read this blog) it might still be like what? 90 degrees? And here we are, hats, mittens and snowshoes. Well not quite. It was really only a dusting at our elevation. Up higher I think it put down maybe 3-4 inches. What an exciting thing it is to see the year’s first snow. Especially up in the mountains. I don’t know if Seattle’s seen the first dusting up in the Olympics or Cascades, but if it has, I know some people right now are blowin’ dust off their skis, rubbing their hands together, checkin’ the local mountain film festivals to watch vids of people playin’ in the powdery white goodness. People of the snow get giddy at the year’s first dusting. Smiles come out. You notice a little extra spring in their step. Some might even achieve temporary flight they’re so damn happy! If you’re not a snow person you’re probably scratching your head right about now. And this is when I get to use a silly cliché and say, “It’s a snow thing, you wouldn’t understand.”
Sorry. I’ve always wanted say something like that. Makes me feel special.
We took a little stroll up 9,735 ft Mt. Tallac, Lake Tahoe’s prominent feature, and summited just when some weather started to move in. The wind was howling, the sky turned dark, we had only a Clif Bar for food, and I had a strange sense that we were being watched. People of the Himalayas talk about Yeti, people in the Cascades and Sierras talk about Sasquatch, and when you’re rummaging around up the mountains sometimes you can’t help but feel like you’re being tracked by some wild beast. Dogs are good to have around in these times because they usually sense something’s awry long before you do. And in this picture, which was taken only at the last split second of our encounter, shows Edie is well aware that we are in fact being tracked. Take a look. Doesn’t she look horrified? Well take a look at the pic again, and look down towards the bottom of the frame and you’ll understand her concern. Right there we’ve managed to capture only a glimpse of the beast as it sprung off, never to be seen again. It may be perhaps the only known photo to capture such incongruity of the relationship between predator and prey. That’s our girl. Special she is.
That’s it for now. Until next time, I want you to conjure up that image we all have of the Dukes of Hazard, right before the commercial break, the shot freezes with the Duke boys mid-flight in the General Lee jumping over some backwater dirt pile, Rosco in chase right behind them, the narrator saying something like, “Will the Duke boys be able to spread the chili on Boss Hog’s dog?” Which I think is redneck for, “Will they make it through that ridiculous jump with the General Lee nary a scratch?” Got the image? Good. Now hold it. We’ll be back.
Sorry. I’ve always wanted say something like that. Makes me feel special.
We took a little stroll up 9,735 ft Mt. Tallac, Lake Tahoe’s prominent feature, and summited just when some weather started to move in. The wind was howling, the sky turned dark, we had only a Clif Bar for food, and I had a strange sense that we were being watched. People of the Himalayas talk about Yeti, people in the Cascades and Sierras talk about Sasquatch, and when you’re rummaging around up the mountains sometimes you can’t help but feel like you’re being tracked by some wild beast. Dogs are good to have around in these times because they usually sense something’s awry long before you do. And in this picture, which was taken only at the last split second of our encounter, shows Edie is well aware that we are in fact being tracked. Take a look. Doesn’t she look horrified? Well take a look at the pic again, and look down towards the bottom of the frame and you’ll understand her concern. Right there we’ve managed to capture only a glimpse of the beast as it sprung off, never to be seen again. It may be perhaps the only known photo to capture such incongruity of the relationship between predator and prey. That’s our girl. Special she is.
That’s it for now. Until next time, I want you to conjure up that image we all have of the Dukes of Hazard, right before the commercial break, the shot freezes with the Duke boys mid-flight in the General Lee jumping over some backwater dirt pile, Rosco in chase right behind them, the narrator saying something like, “Will the Duke boys be able to spread the chili on Boss Hog’s dog?” Which I think is redneck for, “Will they make it through that ridiculous jump with the General Lee nary a scratch?” Got the image? Good. Now hold it. We’ll be back.
Anyone want to go halvzies on a vacation cabin? Di thinks it only needs a coat of paint and maybe an updated kitchen. Edie seems to like it just the way it is.
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