Early Winter Sets In Around Tahoe
First real snow of the season landed this week, so today was for going out to check on it. Started down at the lake — the shore rocks held a thin crust that gave out at the waterline, and a lenticular cloud sat stacked over the west shore mountains like a pile of plates, barely moving. Twenty-two miles of water out there and none of it freezes; it just goes darker.
From the shore, up into the trees, where the snow was the real thing — enough to bend the pine branches down over the trail. Followed the creek in, still running black between white banks, and crossed the old concrete bridge, snow packed into the round openings along its rail. A downed trunk midstream carried its own ridge of white.
Finished at the meadow below Squaw Valley. The peaks had their coats back on, clouds still dragging over the ridgeline, and one person out on skis in the middle of the flat. The split-rail fence wore an inch on every rail.