Low Water Evening at Lake Tahoe
The lake is so low this year that the spot where the river runs in has turned into a wide, ankle-deep field of rocks. You can walk out a long way past the pier and barely get your shins wet. The girls figured this out immediately and spent most of the evening picking their way from rock to rock, ganging up in twos and threes on the bigger boulders, arms out for balance. One of them planted a flag with her hand raised like she'd claimed the thing.
We stayed until the mountains across the water went flat and gray. A couple of boats were still out, and a few other families were doing the same thing we were — standing around at the edge while their kids waded.
The dog got a full workout too, splashing after the tennis ball in the shallows, tongue hanging out, ball parked in the wet sand between throws. Everyone went back to the car with wet shoes except me.