Snowmelt and Sagebrush East of Truckee
Took the roads east of town today, through the wildlife area that follows the river a few miles below Truckee. The crest is still carrying real snow — the ski runs across the valley stood out white against the timber — but down in the sagebrush it's bare ground, with the first green just starting along the drainages.
The reservoir surprised me: a wide band of sand between the trees and the waterline, lower than I'd expect for the end of April with that much snow left up high. The river itself was moving, though, snowmelt pushing through the meadow and braiding around the willows under the power lines. All of it headed northeast eventually, out of the Sierra and into Nevada, where the same water that holds the trout here keeps the irrigation district running out in the desert.
Last stop was a pond tucked into a sagebrush draw, two mallards working across the middle of it. Couldn't tell whether it holds water through the summer or only now, while the hills are still draining.