I can hear the crashing of waves as I fall asleep. No wonder I was out like a rock after the long drive from Park City, Utah. I haven’t reached the Pacific just yet, but rather Lake Tahoe, falling in muddled territory between Nevada and California. The winds today have brought in the waves of America’s second deepest lake.
As my ears burn, I walk out to the pier on Lake Tahoe’s North Shore. As my overly enthusiast waiter last night said it’s a calmer scene compared to the South Shore. He says this with a few extra “likes” and “mans”, so I will take his word for it. Snow is not far away in the distance. I’m just glad to wake up to sunshine so I can take whipping wind and crashing waves.
Gazing out on the shores of Lake Tahoe, I wouldn’t mind adorning some goggles to see just how deep this mass of water is, on average 1,000 feet. Instead, some geese and their goslings have that pleasure. I receive a few scowls to keep back. I have heard geese are mean and I imagine these geese are the same. They don’t want to share this body of water with anyone and I don’t blame them.