I recently received a message from a friend. His trail name is Phantom. I met him on the Pacific Crest Trail last year. He suggested I change my trail name from a Grasshopper to North Face, because I am always on another adventure, always exploring.
We awoke to beautiful blue skies coupled with a radiant sun. The waters calm and inviting. After spending the day prior landlocked due to turbulent winds and wild waters we were ready to move on.
It was a glorious day. We explored little coves. The waters of Lake Tahoe glistened as though diamonds were scattered about. The delicious tones of blues and greens beckoned me to ease overboard numerous times to let the waters sooth my overheated body and aching back.
We chose to paddle point to point on many occasions . The water levels were so low that shoreline travel in many places was impossible. We decided that when the lake regained her water levels that we would travel the full perimeter and paddle the whole shoreline.
Tahoe City was our destination. It was a very long day. We covered close to 28 miles. There were no hideaway spots on the north shore. We pulled into the coast guard station and camped on picnic tables as the ground was un-inviting. It was a very noisy , bright night. Neither one of us slept well. I awoke early and prepared coffe from the warmth of my sleeping bag. It was the chilliest morning yet.
We got on the water early and made straight for the Bridge Tender where Michael knew we could get capucchino’s. They hit the spot and we were on our way to Sugar Pine Point.It was a tough day. We were both still tired from the previous day and the sun was beating down intensely.To our great surprise a spectacular campsite awaited us.
We found a large heart shaped rock in the water. We camped right on top of that rock. The evening was everything dreams are made of. Stars twinkling, light breezes blowing, water gently lapping against the shore. We nestled together and watched the evening display of magic.
We spent our last evening in Emerald Bay and once again felt shipwrecked on a desert island . It was a bit noisy though with boats cruising into the bay .
The sun woke us early as we began our last paddle towards our starting point at Nevada Beach. We were both exhausted yet invigorated at what we had just accomplished. It was an exciting , adventurous journey !!
As is life. An adventure. An exploration . It all depends on how we approach each and every morning . It’s how we look at and proceed thru each moment . I thoroughly believe I have lived the majority of my life as though it were a wild , glorious ride. I think I understood and embraced the concept of impermanence at an early age. I have lived deeply . I understand that all of it is a part of our time here .
I wander on…with love