Memorial Day Weekend: Camping in Tahoe

The mountains are calling and I must go.    – John Muir

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Camp was established.

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Fishing commenced.

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Some were released.

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Some were eated.

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Nature was enjoyed.

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P1000472The nights were chilly, the days sunny and brisk. Cell phones were turned off, emails, blogs, and social networks forgotten. There were quiet moments alone basking in the sun, and shared moments of joy over fish caught and full moons. Captain Crunch was consumed and tasted of childhood, fresh trout were consumed and tasted of clean wildness. Carving moments of bliss out of busy schedules is what life is all about.

Always, Sierra

How was your Memorial Day?

What’s your favorite breakfast cereal?

When’s the last time you went camping? Where’d you go?

 

There’s a reason they call it fishing…

There’s a reason they call it fishing and not catching! Saturday there was a lot of this…

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…but not a lot of this…

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My Mom and Dad have taken us on family fishing trips for as far back as I can remember. Dad loved telling everyone about how I outfished him before I could walk. A minor detail he never included was that he spent the majority of his time making sure I had bait and unsnagging my snags. This was my first trip without him, and I was worried fishing might be “broken” for me. 

Every fisher(wo)man wants to catch the biggest fish in the lake, me included. And, everytime I tell a story about catching something, the fish gets a little bigger and bigger until it really was the biggest fish in the lake.

But, Dad taught me that fishing isn’t always about the catching. Sometimes, it’s just about having a pole in the water, a quiet mind, and good company. This weekend I was fortunate enough to have the best fishing/life buddy I could ask for and a new friend to boot. The minute I had a pole in my hands I felt twenty times better. We were at Shadow Cliffs, a new to me fishing spot, and there were lots of pretty views to enjoy.

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It was so hot that the regional park district decided to hover a helicopter over us to get a nice breeze going. They offered to give me a ride but only if I tried on some of their fancy bracelets. I declined.

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I soothed my lack of victory over the fishies with a little yoga by the lake.

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I was prepping for the deliciousness Mom and I would be eating on Sunday. We celebrated Mother’s Day with a late lunch at Dad’s Kitchen …all I have to say is run, don’t walk. The Hot Blonde and garlic-parmesan fries were delicious and the quality Mom-time I got was even better.

Always, Sierra

Do you have any biggest fish in the lake stories?

Have you ever ridden in a helicopter?

Try any delicious new places for Mother’s Day?