Finding Snow on the Tahoe Trail in Early July
Took the dog up a canyon trail on the Placer County side of Tahoe today, and the joke of the whole thing is that it's July and we ended up standing on snow. Not patches of it — whole lakes still iced over, slabs of it floating with dark water opening up in the middle where the melt is winning.
The first stretch climbed past rock outcrops with the valley dropping away behind us. The dog claimed every ledge like he'd summited something, tongue hanging out sideways, ears blown back by the wind. He posed better than he hiked.
Up top the trees thinned and the snowfields started, dirty at the edges, still deep enough to hold weight. A little tan dog came trotting across the frozen lake like it was a lawn, no owner in sight for a minute. One of the lakes was half-open along the shore and the far hillside was still mostly white — you could see clear to the bottom in the melted part.
Came down with wet shoes and a very tired dog. Snow in July. The Sierra doesn't care what the calendar says this year.