More from The Mountains around Lake Tahoe:




Truely a majical place in the summer. Insects of all kinds including many and varied butterflies.









Chipmunks scuttled around everywhere.







The contrasts of the deep blue sky and the green of the shrubs and trees was stunning. The smell of the pines and the rocks and the dry dusty paths fills the air.





I bought back a Pine Cone, larger than the size of my hands and it still holds the smell of the freshness of the Mountains and the pine forests.






From every point there was a stunning view and a breeze almost carried the freshness of the lake up the Mountians, even on the damp rainy morning of the first day.










Many fallen trees , some cut where they lay across pathways.









The sunsets were always phenominal, such beauty in the sky, as the Lake begins its long nights, peaceful sleep.
The storm that had just past was powerful and the most violent that Reno the other side of the Mountains had experienced for over 20 years.




The calm of the water edge, gentle waves lapping at the shore line.