On that California Nevada Border Lives a Secret
Nov 06
This primary color landscape is serenity packed in a jar of PlayDoh and then perfectly positioned by some baby angel. Every day is sky blue, the only trace of cloud coming from passing jets. The forest green of the tree needles against the reddy brown of their trunks. Rich and old people with enough money to live here in these mansions walk their dogs on leashes, the local 20-somethings who run the bars, the boatshops, the corner stores, walk their dogs without. A simple walk to 7/11 and when I’m down out of the forest, off of the mountain and lakeside you can feel the chill winds coming off that crisp water, that clean clear liquid that is such a hidden paradise of American landscape.
I like that no one really knows about Tahoe. You don’t hear about it like you do the Grand Canyon or the Everglades or Mt. Rushmore. You probably know the name, but the place? It’s a spectacular little secret tucked far enough away from Reno and Sacramento to really keep out the riff raff. I like being some of the only riff raff in town.
Jason Rehmus
8 Nov 2009 3:04 pm
Tahoe. Man, I miss that place.
My first big road trip, the one that made my heart forever long for the open road, was to Lake Tahoe. My whole family (mom, dad, 4 kids) drove 3 days in a minivan from Chicago to Lake Tahoe for a family reunion. It was a beautiful week.
Enjoy your stay
admin
9 Nov 2009 10:22 am
Same with me man, my first crosscountry I came through here and that was the life changer.
I’ve been fortunate enough to come here pretty often over the years.
Take care.
jorge oliva
15 Jan 2010 9:15 pm
Donde andas estos dias? Reading your stuff just got my wanderlust juices flowing again. I’m back in Marathon, and I’m sticking it out here until we close shop after the break. I’m buying Boot’s wheels, packing my dog and heading west…hope too see you and Tristan some time..:)