Even off season, Tahoe on a weekend felt way too busy for my liking... so I followed my instinct and went South hoping I’d find a peaceful place to escape the crowds.
I drove for a while in pitch black dark, on a desert, steep and narrow mountain road, and eventually I stumbled upon it - a little heaven on Lake Alpine shore where I spent 36 hours of total mindfulness, enjoying every minute of the freedom I have to just change plans and do what feels right.
My hair is dirty, my hands are damaged by the cold water, and pretty much all my clothes smell like campfire at this point, but my heart is full and my spirits are high.
As I returned on this glorious sunny morning, all Tahoe’s traffic had vanished, allowing me to finally hike Mount Tallac.
#myepicamericanroadtrip