Lake Tahoe has 10 ski hills around the lake proper and several more in close proximity. This first image is of a black diamond, mogul-ly monster, the pitch of which reminded me of the side of a teacup. Why, as the last run of the day, I chose it to go down it I can only prescribe to temporary insanity bought on by the elevation. Somehow, I survived the experience, for which I am truly, truly grateful…because I’m not that good a skier.
The remaining pictures were taken along the east shore of the Lake, with one, of the lake boat, the Tahoe Queen, taken at early dusk.
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