The place we were heading was Caples Creek, up highway 88, which is south of the highway that takes you to Lake Tahoe. The area has all sorts of little lakes, meadows, creeks, rivers, etc., but without the crowds of the Tahoe area. At the moment, it is sort of our little secret. The developers have plans, though, particularly for the area around the Kirkwood ski resort, and it won't be our little secret forever. So we enjoy it while we can.
I've been going up that way to hike (and fish when I fished) since about 1991, when one of my coworkers told me about it. It's always been one of my (and now Malida's) favorite spots, and we go up there at least a few times a year.
We went up hiking around the same time last year, but the trail was impassible because the creek was too high because of the rains we had. This year was back to normal, and we were able to do the full hike out to a little lake.
A pond along the way. The weather was a bit cool, in the 50s, and breezy, but that was about perfect for hiking. There were a few people on the trail, but mostly we had it to ourselves.
I'm still carrying that lensball around.
We headed back down the hill and stopped at our favorite place to eat along the way, Cook's Station, which is an old stage stop. They have the best hamburgers around. Malida had a Hawaiian burger and I had a mushroom Swiss burger. Delicious.
Malida is talking to her cousin in Frankfurt. We are going to meet up with them when we are in Thailand, and they want us to bring them some things from the US, and asked if I wanted anything from Germany. I told her to bring me some muesli. I can never find good muesli here. I couldn't think of anything else, but it made me want to go back to Germany just because. Maybe in a few years.