A Few Days Camped on Tahoe's West Shore
A few days camped on the west shore, down 89 past Homewood into the El Dorado County stretch near Tahoma. Close enough to home that it barely counts as leaving, but the trailer was packed and the point was to stay put for once instead of day-tripping back.
Morning went to the big trees behind camp — one old juniper with a dead broken top and wolf lichen running chartreuse up every furrow of the bark, branches sticking out bare in all directions like it gave up on symmetry a century ago. Afternoon at the beach, where the water goes green over the rocks and then blue fast. A boat sat anchored just off the sand with someone swimming around it, and the mountains on the Nevada side stayed sharp all day.
Back at camp the fire ring is a big iron kettle on a chain, which takes some getting used to. Steak in the cast iron with red peppers and onion, blue cheese shaved over the top because it was in the cooler and needed eating. The shower tent held up. The towels are draped over everything again.