Over the years I’ve spent parts of many summers and intermittent trips up to what we affectionately call the lake. The crown jewel of the Sierra Nevada mountains, Lake Tahoe is one of the highest largest lakes in the state – topping out at over 6,200 feet above sea level. The title, the crown jewel is appropriate – as during clear days the lake sparkles – parts of the water are almost aquamarine in color, reminding me at times of private bays in some random Caribbean island.
We always stayed on the west shore, or as we used to say, the best shore. With direct access to the lake from the nearby beach and pier – we would often spend our days lounging around at the end of the pier with a fishing pole stuck into one of the holes in the wood – or swimming in the frigid water – even in July one can’t stay very long in Lake Tahoe.
And catching crayfish off the sides of the pier was one of our favorite activities. A nylon string tied to a rock wrapped in bacon would do the trick. These crayfish couldn’t resist coming crawling out from under the rocks and it was a challenge to see who could ‘hook’ the most crayfish on a single bacon wrapped rock!
When we tired of lounging around the beach – we might head for the ski slopes to look for coins and other valuables that skiers may have inadvertently dropped during their times on the slopes.