Wildflower Season

“If you look the right way, you can see the whole world is a garden.” ~Frances Hodgson Burnette


It’s here! That time each year when the high country is covered in wildflowers. Time to grab your hiking boots and sun hat and get out among all the wonderful wildflower frenzy.

These photos were all taken in an area south of Highway 88 at Hope Valley called Blue Lakes. This cluster of lakes provides a perfect day trip destination just right for fishing, swimming, playing on the beach or hiking. And while you’re out there having all that summer fun, just open your eyes and take in the stunning beauty of all the wildflowers. You won’t be disappointed!Colorful, eye-catching and lush, Lupine, Meadow Penstemon, Phlox, Indian Paintbrush, Mule’s Ear, and more vibrant lovelies cover hillsides and meadows along the lakes. Knowing that these brilliant jewels have withstood storms without any tender loving care, and that they’re able to not only persevere through harsh weather but to actually flourish, is quite a lesson in resilience and an inspiration from nature.

Don’t forget your camera!

Into the Woods

IMG_7728IMG_7759IMG_7737I’m happy to report that last Sunday we made it back up to the Tahoe area to snowshoe again! Our weekends since that day about five weeks ago when it was eight degrees and we only lasted fifteen minutes, were either full or there were storms and less than ideal road conditions.

We returned to Hope Valley and this time the temperature was forty degrees and we were shedding gloves and coats almost immediately. We could not have asked for better conditions or more spectacular scenery. The bluest skies, the most stunning views everywhere we looked; we noticed it all.

And we had this happy snow bear to greet us upon our arrival.IMG_7726IMG_7734IMG_7756IMG_7741IMG_7755What more could we ask for?

How blessed we are to be so close to one of Mother Nature’s most spectacular gifts.

Fifteen Minutes

IMG_7219Perhaps it was because we didn’t have the opportunity to go snowshoeing last year because of the drought, or even much the year before, but to celebrate New Year’s Day we had planned to go. Without checking to see just how low the temperatures where we were headed would be, we excitedly dusted off and packed up our snowshoeing gear, layered ourselves up and headed to Hope Valley for a day in the snow. Well, we knew it would be cold. We just didn’t know how cold.IMG_7215As we approached Tahoe, the temperature gage in the car was reading fifteen degrees. We acknowledged the temperature dropping to each other as we were driving on Luther Pass to Hope Valley in Alpine county. Thirteen degrees. Twelve degrees. “Um… are we gonna be alright?” Now nine degrees. Pulling in the parking lot, eight degrees. Uh huh…eight. We sat in the car watching ice crystals whipping around, blown by the wind. “What are we doing?” “Are we out of our minds?” “We’re here. Let’s try it, even for a short time.” Out of the car, we put on our boots, hooked on our snowshoes, added more layering, and grabbed our poles. Hands were already numb. “Okay, we’re doing this, but only for fifteen minutes!”IMG_7184IMG_7185IMG_7190IMG_7216Our faces were stung by the freezing winds, noses were running from the cold, my hands were numb (I was the one taking pictures), but it was exhilarating and worth the drive! We’ll be back when it’s not quite as cold!

On to the cafe at Sorensen’s Resort, we warmed ourselves with hot drinks and vegetable beef soup, and then braved the cold once again just to trudge through the grounds ever so quickly, before getting back to the car and blasting the heater to head home.IMG_7212IMG_7220IMG_7217IMG_7238So much winter beauty to behold!