“Why are there trees I never walk under but large and melodious thoughts descend upon me?” (-Walt Whitman, Song of the Open Road)

Finally, a computer connection again!

Yesterday, I left Reno and the distant snow-capped mountains I saw out my hotel window, to head for California, via the rugged landscape of Lake Tahoe.
What a glorious day, filled with majestic mountains and vast, pure waters.

I’d always wanted to see Tahoe, and once again I was reminded of how fortunate I am to have a job that allows me to see so much of the United States.

It was encouraging, also, to see people hastening out of cars, as eager as I was to savour the beautiful vistas along the way.

The past week left snow on some of the mountains of the Sierra Nevada range, but I was fortunate to have a clear day to spend taking it all in.

Some of the houses along the lake have stunning views from their back yards.

Saturday, there were numerous controlled burns along the road, which I suppose was fitting since I was coming back from a Society of American Foresters conference.

I saw a lone bird perched atop a tree, surveying the beautiful views as well.

“Suburbia is where the developer bulldozes out the trees and then names the streets after them.” (-Bill Vaughan)