#239 BEAUTY OF LAKE TAHOE

During my extended business trip to the United States, I decided to make my return memorable by embarking on an exciting journey with my cousins and friends who reside there. Given that most of my cousins and many close friends call the US their home, we collectively decided to reunite and explore various destinations across the country. One of our chosen destinations was the stunning Lake Tahoe, a decision made by my cousins residing in California. Our group consisted of three cousins, accompanied by my cousin's husband, their child, and myself, embarking on what promised to be an epic adventure. One particular weekend, we hatched a plan to have a picnic and embark on a scenic road trip from San Francisco (SFO) to Lake Tahoe by car, undoubtedly the best way to experience the natural beauty of this region. The journey was nothing short of spectacular, with magnificent mountains resembling ice cream cones adorned with snowy peaks, adding an aura of mystique to the landscape. One of the highlights of our visit was taking a ski ride, which provided a breathtaking overview of the majestic mountains, leaving me completely mesmerized.

Our road trip took approximately 3.5 hours, and we found lodging near a lovely resort that offered panoramic views from every angle, a truly mesmerizing experience. The undisputed centerpiece of Lake Tahoe is its awe-inspiring mountains, which stand tall and serene, exuding a sense of peace and grandeur. Despite the presence of snow, the weather was surprisingly mild, allowing me to comfortably wear a light corduroy jacket with a top, jeans, and ordinary Nike sandals. The most exhilarating part of the trip was ascending the mountains and standing amidst the breathtaking vistas. While my cousins attempted skiing, I couldn't overcome my fear. Skiing equipment, especially for beginners, felt incredibly heavy, and maintaining balance on skis proved to be quite the challenge, as anyone who has tried it would understand.

Upon reaching the mountain's summit and watching my cousins' skiing attempts, my phobia got the best of me. Today was one of those days when I couldn't fathom descending the mountain. Even the sky escalator ride to the top was an adventure in itself, and merely sitting there was a considerable feat for me. This is probably something not many people know about me. I prefer not to draw attention to my fear or let it hinder my exploration of and enjoyment of the breathtaking natural beauty that surrounds us. However, when I'm certain that I won't be able to partake in an activity, I try to avoid it to prevent any inconvenience or disruption to others. Instead, we decided to build a snowman, or at least made an attempt, which I'll share more about in my next post. 😄🏔️❄️