This kind of light makes everyone look like a movie star. Makes me want to grab the nearest stick, make it my microphone and throw down some dance moves whilst belting out a white hot tune with my backup singers. But I shall refrain. This time. Instead, feet up on the nearest rock, pop open a cold one... cheers to you... and bottoms up!
Crinkley, green-blue, almost other-wordly gorgeousness. Lake Tahoe is just kinda All That. A mile down in the deep parts... and brrr-cold most of the time! Still, it's a mountain paradise that's second-to-none.
When will I see you? When will you float into view? You were right to leave me leashed up here. For surely I would swim to find you. Woof. Stare. Shift. Pant.
