This picture came about on the way up to one of my secret waterholes. Yes, you pass one gorgeous lake on the way to an even more gorgeous lake. If that is even possible,
It’s a short but in parts steep hike to the upper lake which will get you closer to the granite mountain peaks looming above. I remember the first time I hiked it, many years ago, younger but strangely struggling much more than I do now. I had to stop and catch my breath, pausing ever so often. One would assume that you health declines over the years when we got older, especially with the RA, but I seem to have grown stronger, and the trail doesn’t bother me anymore. You could say that I have found my stride, my pace, my rhythm in this life and I can do it without breaks or having to catch my breath now. At least that part of life. Good for me and I am grateful, especially when I think about the painful days.
The upper lake has a great flat rock at the waters edge which is perfect for napping and listening to the soothing sounds of the water. While most flock to the busy shorelines of Lake Tahoe, this is perfect for me and finding a little quiet place with nothing but solitude.