The great thing about being in California is that you don’t have to go far for a vacation. There’s Reno and Las Vegas for casino and partying, Sacramento for a laid-back escape, and Lake Tahoe for either summer or winter recreations.
My friends from San Francisco took me to my first Lake Tahoe trip in April during the in-between season. Spring was slowly inching its way to Cali, but specks of snow were overstaying its welcome.
I took my Yoga Anywhere project to the mountains of Lake Tahoe, where even professional wide-angle photographs don’t give the sights justice. I heard about Lake Tahoe many times from people who have skied down the slopes of Sno-Park, triathletes who have trekked the mountains by bike or foot, and lazy vacationers who have simply gone to the neighboring casino-hotels to gamble the night away.
I gazed at the snow powdering the pine trees and rough gray rocks that have withstood decades of wear and tear from tourists and dwellers, the wide lake that my eyes mistook for an ocean, and the realization that it is indeed a closed body of water as soon as the clouds parted to reveal the vast land that envelopes the various shades of blue that is Lake Tahoe.
I centered myself atop the rocks to commune with nature and say, “Namaste!”