Down on the Truckee River
January 29, 2011
Ambled down the hill from the cabin we were staying in on a gorgeous winter’s day. Snowshoed down river a mile and a half or so.
It makes me wonder why we don’t go up to the mountains in wintertime more often. Nothing simpler and more liberating than putting on a pair of snowshoes and heading into the wild. It’s Tahoe, yeah, tens of thousands of vacation cabins, but we saw not a single person in two hours. Into the trees, down a hill, around a bend in the river… walk anywhere, see nobody.
So, yes, wild.
The first day was a spectacularly sunny and mild Sierra day. Colors were sharp and crisp. It hadn’t snowed in weeks and the ground was hard, easy to walk on, sure.
The second day, another story…
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