Penned by Alina K. A.

Between the golden pastures of California and the desolate deserts of Nevada, deep in the Sierra Mountains sits Lake Tahoe. It’s been there since before the Donner party and the settlement of the West, and it will be there long after we’re gone. Until then, the people who know it will do everything in their power to “Keep Lake Tahoe Blue.”
It’s a haven for snowboarders and skiers and a favorite winter destination spot for Bay Area families just like my own.My family and I rarely go on vacations together, so this was a special occasion. Christmas Day, all of us got our things ready and hit the road Tahoe bound.

To get to Tahoe from the Bay, one has to cross the central valley, either by way of Stockton or Sacramento. The flat valley and it’s endless fields seem to heighten the majesty of the Sierra Nevada Mountain Range.

Highway 50, also known as Lincoln Highway, runs from Sacramento to the foothills of the sierras and eventually to the mighty mountains themselves. The road winds between redwoods and ever green trees and runs alongside the South Fork of the American River. It cuts into the mountains edge, weaves along the dramatic mountain side, and eventually leads to a glorious view of the lake before sinking down to the valley on the southern side of the lake.

 

The lake sits about 6,200 feet above sea level. The altitude tends to meddle with the adventures of visitors in its own unique way. Food may take almost twice as long to cook, you might feel a little out of breath, especially after hitting the slopes, and if you happen to have a beer, make sure to pace yourself since the buzz will be amplified to its full mountain glory. But if you find yourself, impervious to the latitude and its consequences consider crossing the state line and trying your luck at one of South Lakes Casinos (where I have never won and only once have broken even, so please take the suggestion with a grain of salt.)