Kayaking in Lake Tahoe
With just me and my thoughts, I launched my heavy orange kayak from Sand Harbors’ fine powder like sand beach and hopped in. My jet black oars churned through the waters of Lake Tahoe with smooth grace. The roasting sun was alone in the sky with no clouds keeping her company. The freezing cold waters were a bright blue jewel. Its endless murky depths looming below, with mysteries filling its soul. Grey rock formations with boulders in every shape and size loomed above. A sad cloud of smoke hovered over the lake like a bad memory. The gargantuan forest fires burned miles away still fueling the dreary smoke. Still through the dingy grey smoke the bright green Sierra Nevada mountains showed their delightful colors. Suddenly
With just me and my thoughts, I launched my heavy orange kayak from Sand Harbors’ fine powder like sand beach and hopped in. My jet black oars churned through the waters of Lake Tahoe with smooth grace. The roasting sun was alone in the sky with no clouds keeping her company. The freezing cold waters were a bright blue jewel. Its endless murky depths looming below, with mysteries filling its soul. Grey rock formations with boulders in every shape and size loomed above. A sad cloud of smoke hovered over the lake like a bad memory. The gargantuan forest fires burned miles away still fueling the dreary smoke. Still through the dingy grey smoke the bright green Sierra Nevada mountains showed their delightful colors. Suddenly