Lake Tahoe is a place to ski year round. In the summer, people whisk across the cold and vast lake. In the winter, they skim down the mountainside. All year, the business owners and locals wish for the right kind of weather to make to make their business go.
As I was driving around the water and waiting for M to be dropped off in Tahoe City, I went to bustling Commons Beach to find families enjoying summer on the shore. I also found a few monuments describing the peaks in the distance and pointing out the old jail on the beach, a jail that was so damp and unwelcoming that the constable would bring criminals to stay at his place overnight.
On the way home, M stopped at a bridge to take some photos of the finished product, and as we descended into Placerville, Folsom, Sacramento, we could feel the valley’s crushing heat surrounding the car.