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We were in hot pursuit of recreation and South Lake Tahoe
Saturday: Too late to hit the mountain trails, we enjoyed the simple life on the beach and the glorious autumn leaves glowing bright yellow and orange in the sun. 
Sunday: We picked up our wilderness permit and the Echo Lakes
Monday: We dressed in layers; tank top, long sleeve shirt, sweatshirt & jacket and hiked to Eagle Falls , and on to Velmas, Dicks and Fontanillis Lakes
Tuesday: I am a master of my domain, an adult who chooses what to do and live with the consequences. Note: I’m also a friggin’ moron. I chose to hike the horrible Cathedral Trail. It was a haul and even the super light backpack weighted me down. Where the hell is a Sherpa when you need one!
Wednesday: Instead of another scenic hike, I should have stayed in bed, or engage in a more genteel outdoor activity. But NO! We had to lace up the boots and take on the Glen Alpine Trail. I was sick of walking an hour into the four hour round-trip. My brain was numb and my feet hurt. Not having lungs of steel, I gasped for breath when a tall fellow with a weather-beaten face and beard passed us, saying “Isn’t this a great trail”, and then vanished into thin air. Disappeared! Like a phantom! I wasn’t able to speak, so I shrugged. My first reaction was: “Eh.” My second: “Ugh.” Then I closed my eyes and longed for death.
Thursday: No hike today. Just hanging out on the lake! But by noon we had that wacky and crazy idea of hiking the Angora Lakes Trail – more out of guilt than anything. The scenery was stunning - two lakes framed by cliffs. It was not a stroll in the park, but thankfully it wasn’t a sweaty strenuous slog through the wilderness either. I actually enjoyed the hike because everywhere looked like a post card.
Friday: Inspired by yesterday’s hike, we decided to do the Bayview trail. The mother of all trails! A holy place where evidence of an amazing creator is all around; if you live long enough to see it. After passing a chain of Alpine Lakes the trail ascends ten thousand feet up a serious of switchbacks up the side of Maggie’s Peak. I felt like shouting some incomprehensible profanities but I was numb and speechless. The only thing worse would be getting hit by lightning; now that would really suck.
Saturday: No hike. From now on, if the stunning scenery can’t be reached by car, screw it. If I have to leave the radius of a Wi-Fi connection, forget it. If I never walk along a dirt path ever again, it will be too soon. Give me the smell of diesel, the sound of rushing traffic, and the tranquility of a city bustling with millions of people. At least until the next hike!
