Early September at Picnic Rock
Walked up to Picnic Rock again, first weekend of September, and the lake was busy the way it only gets on a holiday weekend — wakes crossing wakes all the way from Tahoe City toward the north shore, so many that the water looked scratched. You could hear the highway below through the trees for the first stretch, then it dropped away.
Hazy toward the south end, the far mountains flattened into blue layers, but clear enough overhead. The rocky outcrop at the top was the usual scramble, and the big dead log up there is still holding on, silver and twisted, with the same young pine growing behind it.
We traded selfies at the top with the lake behind us and shared the summit with a few other people out on the rocks. Dusty trail on the way down.