The Truckee area has a variety of town-maintained trails for winter running. Plowed trails in Truckee include the Truckee River Legacy Trail (5 miles one-way), the Trout Creek Trail (1.5 miles one-way), the Brockway Road Trail (1 mile one-way), and Martis Dam Road (1.5 miles one-way). In nearby Squaw Valley, we have 2.3 miles of paved trails.
Truckee River Legacy Trail
The longest stretch of plowed trail is the popular Truckee River Legacy Trail, which connects Truckee Regional Park with Glenshire, five miles one-way. Free parking is available in the following locations: 1. near the Ice Skating Rink (10100 Brockway Road Truckee),
2. near the pedestrian bridge at the end of East River Street, downtown Truckee, and
3. in Glenshire, just before the Glenshire neighborhood on Glenshire Drive, approximately 4 miles east of Donner Pass Road.
Trout Creek Trail
The Trout Creek Trail connects Northwoods Boulevard near Coyote Moon Golf Course to Downtown Truckee at Bridge Street just north of Highway 80. This beautiful stretch of trail is approximately 1.5 miles one way, and also provides access to the trails leading to the Pioneer Center (not currently plowed all the way to Pioneer Center, but there is a foot path). Free parking is available at the trailhead on the East side of Northwoods Boulevard, just north of Coyote Moon Golf Course. There is limited paid-parking at the Trout Creek Pocket Park on the north end of Bridge Street in downtown Truckee.
Make it longer: From the Pocket Park on Bridge Street, you can continue south on Bridge Street, cross the railroad tracks, turn left on East River Street, and cross the pedestrian bridge to access the Truckee Legacy Trail (it is about 1.2 miles from trailhead to trailhead). If you start at the parking area in Tahoe Donner and run out and back to Glenshire (or vice versa), you can get about 15 miles in.
Brockway Road Trail
This shorter section (approx 1 mile) of plowed trail links Truckee Regional Park with The Rock (11253 Brockway Road). To make a 2.5 mile loop, start in the Truckee Regional Park, head south on the Brockway Road Trail, turn left on Reynold Way (a residential street, so use caution here), turn left on Martis Drive, then turn right on Ranch Way to access the Legacy Trail under the 267 bypass. Turn left on the Legacy Trail to make your way back to Truckee Regional Park and complete the loop.
Martis Dam Road
Martis Dam Road (located in Martis Valley, less than 1 mile south of Schaffer Mill Road on Hwy 267) is closed to cars in the winter, and is currently plowed 1.5 miles one-way (they sometimes plow 2.25 miles one-way). This full-sun road has sweeping views of the Martis Valley, with Northstar to the south and the Sierra Crest to the west. Free parking is available on Martis Dam Road off of Hwy 267 before the gate.
Squaw Valley Bike Path
The bike path in Squaw Valley, with 2.3 miles of plowed trails, can be accessed from a couple locations during the winter:
Free parking is available at the east end of the parking lot at Squaw Valley Ski Resort. Note- the first ¼ mile from the resort to the start of the bike path is along the heavily-used Squaw Valley Road, so exercise caution here.
From the parking lot at the Resort at Squaw Creek, 400 Squaw Creek Road, Olympic Valley.
Trails are plowed once after each storm, but some remain snow-covered and icy in places, so use caution. Have other plowed options for running to share? Please comment below!
My kids, Avian and Stephen, age 11, are currently taking a one-year sabbatical after being on ski team at Squaw since they were five. I am a beginner compared to them, but they still humor me once in awhile and agree to ski with me. I love watching them on the hill- so carefree and happy. And I learned some of their tricks, including how to avoid long lift lines, how/where to get free cups of whipped cream (yes, full cups of whipped cream), how to make boring runs a lot more interesting, and I got some tips on how to improve my skiing.
It was a near miss for me this morning – I ran while it was still dark, and the kids and I lollygagged a bit too long making breakfast and just barely missed (what I can only assume to be) a magnificent sunrise on the drive to school.
I’m in love with the tall snowbanks along our streets right now – I feel like a little kid driving or running around town. We used to have to drive up to Tahoe Donner to see snowbanks taller than the cars – not anymore.
Despite missing the sunrise, I still took some photos from our drive to work and school this morning. Because the views in Truckee are always pretty nice.
You know it’s bad when your sixth graders say “I hope it’s not another snow day tomorrow”
The record-breaking snow continues… Not sure how much we got last night, but I can tell you that my car wasn’t able to leave the driveway so I had to run to work. Wearing knee-high gaiters and spikes on my shoes, of course (the roads were somewhat plowed but I needed the gaiters to get out of my driveway). Today was Snow Day #10 for the kids…
We have no heat in our office (but the power works, so Mone’ brought us a space heater). My neighbor had to crawl out her window because the plow guy sprayed snow on her front deck and blocked her door from opening. I can’t find my mailbox.
It’s crazy here, but we love it. Here are some pics from my run to work this morning.
And there we were, at work, huddled around the space heater. None of the HVAC people could get to us, so I called on a friend, and JP (Prince Electric) made a special trip over to fix the furnace. As the office began to heat up, the sun came out, and my run home was even more spectacular…
The following is a photo essay from last weekend’s adventure on the Pacific Crest Trail.
We later (Sunday night) found out the boys had all stopped at Barker Pass. Even though they were capable of running the entire thing at least 7 HOURS faster than us, on this particular day, considering we were the only ones who “finished”, we beat the boys. 😉
I’d like to thank Peter for putting this crazy idea into my head a few days ago, when I mentioned I wanted to do a 40 mile run somewhere (he said what’s 20 more?!), Stacie for being an amazingly fun and positive companion on the trail, Kathy for sharing the first 6 miles with us, Helen for being the best friend ever to give up most of her Saturday to cater to us at 7,700′, Julia for kicking ass at The Bear and then texting with me for company on my way down to Echo Lake (and celebrating with me on Sunday), and Lucas for the support throughout the endeavor from across the Atlantic. XO
Thrilled to have my sister Lynette (aka Net or Netty) fly out from Michigan to crew for me at the 2016 Tahoe Rim Trail 100, I excitedly drove my “new” 1983 VW Westfalia down to the airport in Reno Wednesday to pick her up. This would be the ultimate crew-mobile!
Within 20 minutes of getting Net from the airport though…
Lynette, Avian, Beverly and I got to take our first ride in a tow truck. The driver gave me his card, you know, “just in case it happens again”.
After getting the VW “home” (to a shop in Reno filled with other broken-down Westfalias), we squeezed into a tiny Porsche for the ride back to Truckee. It was so small that Lynette had to cock her head sideways to fit. We were grateful for the ride though (thanks, Jon!)
I had high hopes of spending quality time and relaxing with Lynette in the days before the race, but life happens, and so Friday afternoon after a hectic week at work, we found ourselves racing down to Carson City, barely making it in time for runner check-in.
Friday night, 10pm, I finally put an email together to Lynette, Pete and Lucas (my pacers) with my race plan. It was ambitious, but I’d had many solid weeks of training and had run a mountain 50-miler PR (personal record) at the Silver State 50 in May (2F in 9:27). This would be my 4th time on the Tahoe Rim Trail course,
and the first time I haven’t had to use a treadmill as part of my regular training routine (twins now old enough that I could sneak out for some early morning runs). It was time to shoot for a 24 hour finish.
At 3:30 am Saturday morning, Lucas, Lynette and I left for the starting line at Spooner Lake, Nevada, which is also the 50 mile aid station and finish line, in this double loop course. The course consists of mostly single-track, breathtakingly beautiful trails along the East side of Lake Tahoe. Spooner Lake is about 7,000′ in elevation, and the majority of the course is over 8,000′, with a high point on Snow Valley Peak of over 9,000′. Each lap contains around 10,000′ of elevation gain.
After the National Anthem and an exciting countdown, over 250 runners began the gradual climb towards Hobart. Around mile 7 I found myself running next to Caroline Barichievich, a talented South Lake Tahoe runner. We chatted with the other runners and the miles clicked by. A Reno runner asked if I was “Jenelle from the Donner Party”… I liked the sound of that.
I found myself cruising into Tunnel Creek, mile 11, happy to see Lynette and Lucas, who had made the 1800′, 3.5 mile climb up. I saw them again after a fun and easy-effort Red House Loop, and they said that only Roxanne (a super fast woman with the 3rd fastest time on course!) was ahead of me. I didn’t really believe them…
As the temperature rose, I hit the Bull Wheel aid station, and they told me I was in 3rd. I decided that 3rd is better than 2nd this early on. It was going to be a long day and night.
There were many other users on the trail – hikers and mountain bikers, who happily told me I was one of the top women. Lots of “Girl Power!”, clapping and cheering. A group of mountain bikers told me “You’re burly”. I think that was meant to be a compliment. 🙂
Despite all the positive energy, I started to drag, felt waves of nausea, and it took forever to get to the Tyrolean Downhill (a 4 mile descent of 2,000′ down to the Diamond Peak Aid Station). This hadn’t happened to me since the Bishop 100k – which had ended badly, and I began to lose confidence. To make matters worse, I heard footsteps behind me, and they sounded too delicate to be one of the 50 mile men catching up (50 milers/55k racers start 1 hour behind us). On a switchback, I allowed myself a peak, and sure enough, it was Caroline. We ran and talked for a mile or so before she bounded down the trail towards the 30 mile aid station. I thought I was now in 4th, and although 3rd had been better than 2nd at Bull Wheel, I decided that 4th was not better than 3rd at this point.
Lucas led me into the aid station and told me I was actually in 3rd, but I didn’t want to hear about that until later -it was becoming stressful since I felt so crappy.
Lucas and Lynette walked me up the Diamond Peak climb, a brutal, exposed, steep climb up a ski resort with about 20 false summits and 15,000′ of gain (not exactly, but that’s what it felt like). It was now really hot, I felt weak and nauseous, and to top it off, I found it necessary to start the Imodium regime. I felt defeated and dumb, for going out too hard, and blowing up at mile 31.
After a few of the long switchbacks I tearfully told Lynette and Lucas I should continue the rest of the way alone, or I would start crying and want to go back with them. In my prior TRT races and training runs, I was so proud of my fast DP climbs – I always felt strong and passed people, cheerfully even. Judging by how I felt at this point, I thought my dreams of a PR were over. At the top, I breathed a big sigh of relief, smiled and snapped a photo, to help remember that moment.
Over the next 10 miles, I focused on making myself feel better, which meant slowing down, increasing my calories and fluids, and reminding myself how privileged I was to be out on this beautiful trail with people waiting on me and cheering for me. Around mile 40, I hit the Hobart aid station and caught up to Caroline. We ran together for the next 11 miles, over Snow Valley Peak, and down the long descent to the halfway mark. She had also been experiencing nausea and stomach issues, plus some major blister problems. We had a lovely time, cheering at the various landmarks – water drop aid station, our first views of Spooner Lake, and I was grateful for the company.
Lucas ran me into the fantastic 50 mile aid station to meet Lynette and Pete. The volunteers gave every runner a standing ovation, which made me choke up a little. My friend Mike served me a quesadilla, Lynette took care of my hydration pack and supplies, and my friend Spike convinced me to let his medical team tape up the hot spots on my feet. I hesitated; I’d never sat down in a previous 100 miler much less taken my shoes off, but he assured me it would be worth it. I was so glad! The hot spots were non-issues for the rest of the race.
My coach, Meghan, was at the aid station waiting on her runner, so we chatted while my feet were tended to. She was so sweet she offered to trade shoes with me – in case mine were causing the hot spot problems.
I felt good again, and ready to charge with Pete, who would pace me for the next 30 miles. We set off; I was back in 2nd place for the women, 32nd overall, and about 30 min faster than prior years. Things were looking up.
We made our way up towards Marlette, and both commented that the conditions were quite pleasant – as far as the heat. Pete ran behind me and inhaled pounds of dust over the next 7 hours (but he didn’t mention that at the time).
At Tunnel Creek, I was thrilled to see Lynette again – I couldn’t believe how much she had hiked/run to help me out. Throughout the race, she would put over 25 miles on her own feet crewing for me. I also got the royal treatment at the aid station from incredible volunteers like my friends Gretchen, Marisa, Jackie, and Kym.
I told Pete that I had never made it out of the 2nd Red House Loop before sunset. This became a new goal.
On the descent, we came across Roxanne, the first female, on her climb up. We congratulated her, and she seemed eager to hear what place I was in. Pete quietly told me she looked to be about 1 hour ahead of us, which meant I’d made up nearly 20 minutes on her since the 50 mile mark. I took her asking what place I was in as a sign that she cared, and maybe she was getting tired, and maybe….well, it all made me run a little faster.
On the way out, we celebrated my first time of not needing the headlamp on the 2nd Red House Loop. We headed towards Bull Wheel, now in the dark, and looking out for runners to hunt. The trails are so interesting at night with the fairy-tale look of the foliage, spiders, field mice, and beetles by the light of the headlamp. We could see the nearly-full moon illuminating Lake Tahoe along the way.
Despite the fun, on the way down to Diamond Peak I started to feel nauseous again. When we reached the dark, quiet, 80-mile aid station, Lynette and Lucas excitedly updated me that Roxanne had just left about 40 minutes before I arrived, and I had now moved up to 14th position overall.
Around 11:45pm, Lucas and I headed up what would be my most challenging Diamond Peak climb ever. It was stop and go the entire way, and I had great difficulty talking or smiling. Lucas was very encouraging, patient, and made me feel like I was doing really well (even though I was basically taking 10 steps and stopping). We were passed by one runner – the only 100 miler to pass me since the last Diamond Peak climb at mile 30 [it would take 15 miles to pass him back]. Eventually I turned around and walked backwards up the climb, which somehow allowed me to keep moving without stopping.
Once again, as I finished that climb, I felt better. We saw many friends, like Jill, Tina, Kathy, and Candice, in a two-way section of trail. At Tunnel Creek Aid Station, we learned that Roxanne had increased her lead slightly, but was only 6 runners ahead of us. Time to count headlamps. I realized we had less than 3.5 hours to make it to the finish (16 miles with a climb over the highest part of the course- Snow Valley Peak) to break 24 hours – that was unlikely.
We reached Snow Valley Peak in 12th position, one of my favorite spots on the course, with panoramic views of Lake Tahoe and the moon reflecting over the sparkling water. I allowed my first peak at my watch since Tunnel Creek, and was disappointed to see it was just after 4am – there was no way I could run the last 7-8 miles in under an hour. I quietly accepted this and decided to still give it my best effort on the long, mostly downhill set of switchbacks that led to the finish line.
The final miles became fun again when we spotted a headlamp in the distance- the first runner we’d seen since mile 90. The chase was on. It took a few switchbacks, but we passed him and I was now 11th overall (Sorry, Paul :)). Lucas thought he saw another set of headlamps, and it became a race again. I could feel Lucas getting a little too close, and just when I thought he might accidentally knock me down, he tripped and did a perfect somersault, landing upright and continuing to run.
As we approached the beautiful lake, just before sunrise, we heard cheering in the distance.
It’s difficult to put into words the intense high I felt while racing around that lake, with glimpses of the finish-line lights, and Lucas cheering me on and supporting me like he had throughout the past 4 months of training. I’d visualized this moment repeatedly and it was all playing out better than I could have hoped. We charged to the finish line to a very exciting small reception of friends, in particular my sister, all the way out here from Michigan, to wrap up the most amazing race of my life.
As it turned out, Roxanne had a phenomenal race and finished about 50 minutes before me, so the lights we saw turned out to be a new friend, Louis, who made sure I didn’t pass him in the final miles. The 2016 race had 155 finishers and 75 runners who didn’t quite make it. I had several friends in each category, and realize how fortunate I was to have a good day. You just never know what can happen out there.
I’m eternally appreciative of the love and support I received before, during, and after the race from Lucas, Lynette, Pete, Meghan, my parents, my brother and his family, Betsy, Angela, Audrey, Helen, Gretchen, Diana, Holly, Spike, Chaz, Moné, Kathy, Jessie, Anna Mae, Avian and Stephen, and all my family, friends and fellow Donner Party Mountain Runners. I had so many quotes from each of you going through my mind throughout the race. I’m super grateful to my friend George Ruiz, Race Director, for putting on such a high-quality event, year after year. I’m also thankful for the hundreds of volunteers that gave up their weekend (or more) to provide us runners with the best experience possible.
The 2016 Way Too Cool 50k was wet, enjoyable and overall quite lovely, but the lasting memories this year were not within the race as much as from the preceding months of training. I look forward to running ultras because when the race starts all of my problems, fears and worries disappear and all there is to do is run, drink, and eat. After months of challenges in real life, being able to completely escape into a run was a reward more than crossing the finish line. So this is less of a race report, and more of a WTC training memoir.
Training I followed a plan set up by my coach, Meghan, which began in mid-January. Running in January and February proved “challenging” in a year that we actually had snow.
I hit the mileage every week, but with only one long trail run, the majority was either pavement, treadmill, or running on snowshoes. Although I wasn’t getting much in the way of elevation gain/race specific training, I was consistently faced with challenges that I considered to be “mental preparedness” for the race- juggling a full-time job, a new puppy, and my 10-year old twins with me half the time with school, ski races and training schedules of their own.
My typical weekday runs began at 5am or earlier, before my kids woke up or work began. Sometimes getting the mileage in meant breaking it into 3 or more runs throughout the day, whenever the opportunity arose.
My first long run (13 miles) was after fresh snow (kids were at ski team), so running on the roads was not a good option. I snowshoe-ran lap after lap around the Squaw Valley cross country ski trails. Despite only covering 13 miles, when I finished, I felt like I had run a marathon.
Some days I mixed it up with downhill skiing, cross country skiing, snowshoe running, and running. One particular fun adventure began at Tahoe Donner Cross Country Center on skate skis – I lasted one mile due to sticky snow and rain; luckily I had snowshoes and boots (Sorels) in the car, so I then set out on a 9 mile snowshoe run.
Skiing in the rain isn’t fun, but snowshoe-running in the rain is awesome. It helped that there were rainbows everywhere…
Afterwards, I grabbed running shoes and headed to the Legacy Trail in Truckee for 11 more miles. I saw the most beautiful sunset heading back.
Another hard day called for 18 miles – we had fresh snow, I was hungover, depressed, heart broken… and I couldn’t bring myself to run on the icy pavement, so I went snowshoe running – the first 6 miles with an amazing group run led by Donner Party Mountain Runners.
We got back to the cars, they all went home, I put on dry clothes and did two more grueling laps on the 6-mile course. I was cold, it was a total slog, but it needed to be done and the views made it all worth it. An 18 mile snowshoe run is a great hangover cure too FYI.
On a Saturday with 23 miles scheduled, I got up at 4:00 am to run eight miles on pavement before bringing the kids to ski team – after drop-off, I ran 17 miles on pavement, hitting nearly every neighborhood in the valley + a victory lap through the valley with the sled dogs. The kids appreciated these long runs while they were skiing because it meant I was starving at pick-up and suggesting things like cookies or ice cream for an afternoon snack.
On the morning of my longest training run, after all plans fell apart last-minute (happens often with kids), instead of heading to Reno to run on trails, I dropped my kids off at ski team and ran laps around the valley streets/bike paths for 28 miles. Seriously. About 90% on pavement (the rest post-holing on groomed ski trails). With one mile to go, a friend (I wasn’t sure who at the time) yelled encouragement out her condo window at me – “Yeah girl, you got this, Go Jenelle!!” – it was enough to bring tears to my eyes (thanks Lauren). I finished just before it was time to pick the kids up – and although this was about as far from race-specific training as I could get, I knew that this was golden as far as mental-preparedness for an ultra.
The Race Driving down to Cool early Saturday morning, Gretchen and I caught up on each other’s lives and the race seemed to be an afterthought. We arrived early enough to get our favorite parking spot (I’ll never tell where). It wasn’t raining yet, and we joked about how we had brought a combined 7 rain jackets between the two of us.
The race began – and everything just fell into place. The water (rain, puddles, creek crossings) was refreshing, it was wonderful to be on actual trails (finally), the camaraderie of fellow racers was encouraging, and the beauty of the canyons in Spring was overwhelming. Tips from friends floated through my mind and guided me along (Thanks Melissa, Helen, Gretchen, Lynette). My legs were working, my lungs were working, and my only responsibility was to drink, take gels, and run without fear. That’s all. This was the fun part.
With one mile to go, I spotted Lucas, standing in the pouring rain, cheering me on. I had been looking forward to that moment, and it gave me a nice boost to run hard to the finish. I was thrilled to splash through the final massive puddles and see the clock – 4:55:42.
I’m constantly reminded of why I love ultras… at times, a race can seem like the “hardest thing I’ve ever done”. Then real life happens, and I realize the ultra was just training me to deal with reality. Then, on a day like this race, it actually serves as an escape from said reality. Whatever it is, I’m hooked. And looking forward to easier snow-free training ahead. And happier days in general.
On the first day of summer vacation, June 12th, I woke up to this text from my neighbor Stacey:
It sounded bad, so before going out to look, I made coffee and got dressed.
I was really happy I made that decision…
There was no food in the car… I left the doors unlocked (all the time). I’d once heard that it was best to leave doors unlocked in bear country, because if a bear wants in, it will get in, causing further damage. I didn’t get the memo about also leaving a window unrolled so they could get out, once they get in, and become trapped.
I was supposed to drive myself and Gretchen to Angelapalooza at Mt. Whitney that afternoon, so I texted her a picture of the car to see if she could drive instead. My car had been packed with camping gear- no food- but I wonder if the bear was familiar with Blue Apron? There was an old Blue Apron box in the car that I carry camping gear in…
My neighbor, Jason, came over to chat while I was assessing the damage. He told me the full story- he and Stacey woke up due to my car horn honking repeatedly, around 2am. Jason came out, thinking there was a burglar (in Truckee!), but he saw the bear in the car, trapped.
Freaking the F#$% out.
The smart bear turned on the hazard lights, continued honking the horn, and even used the remote garage door opener – none of this raucous, or even Jason pounding on my front door and yelling to me, woke me or Avian up.
Jason called 911 – I don’t know if they ever came or not – and after about 8 minutes of watching the bear destroy the car, he came up with the idea to wait until the bear was in the trunk area, then open the front passenger door, and “sprint like a cartoon character” back to his yard.
Jason (not a runner) succeeded- by the time he reached his truck (about 50 feet away) and climbed on top of it, the bear got out of the car, and, after pausing in the driveway briefly “What the hell just happened to me?”, ran off.
I met with the insurance adjuster the following week. She told me it looked like it would be a total loss – her rough estimate was over $14,000 in damages.
A week later, I was notified that her final estimate was $6,500. What?! Another week later, same insurance adjuster quit her job… makes me wonder if she set up the insurance company for failure on this claim? The car really should have been totaled.
Throughout the summer, I was able to borrow various cars for the weeks that I had the kids, and ride my bike, run, or walk to work the weeks I didn’t have cars. I had many memorable experiences as a result.
On one fun occasion, I had pink eye in both eyes (which really flared up after an incredible run the day before), and was waiting for a prescription to fill, so I just quickly went to a car wash (in my pajamas) to take care of the borrowed car (a friend of a friend’s car, who didn’t actually know I was using his car).
The car wash malfunctioned, with me stuck inside (in my pajamas). I called the business, they didn’t know what to do, so eventually I crawled out the back hatch (car was still running) and had to wait for a maintenance person to show up.
Fortunately the borrowed car was not damaged.
Two weeks ago, I paid a visit to the Subaru dealer, to meet the awesome customer service rep, Larry (we had become friends by now, with weekly phone calls and emails), and to check on the progress (and pick up a loaner car- complimentary! A “sorry it’s taken over two months and we have no idea when it will be finished” loaner car!)
This is what my car looked like in the shop…
The car is still not finished, well, they thought it was finished, but I just went to look at it (with a tray of cookies for Larry), and it still needs a new dash, new center console, new seatbelts, floormats, etc… The running tab for repairs is now over $19,000.
the saga continues.
At least I have a great bike and a free loaner car.
This past weekend, JP took me on a surprise trip to a beautiful mountain lake. After a two-hour drive on a super rough, winding road, we arrived at our destination lake at midnight Friday night. Under a full moon, we paddled by canoe to find an island to call home for the weekend.
Skimming across the glassy water, I tried to make out the surroundings, but the reflections on the lake made it difficult to distinguish where the water ended and the mountains began.
Saturday morning, I awoke to find myself in one of the most breathtakingly beautiful places imaginable.
After breakfast, we paddled over to the East shore of the lake to set out on a “run” which turned into a hike with no trails or map.
It was fun and challenging, until my greatest fears were combined – fear of heights, and fear of drowning, as our route took us down a creek which contained many series of waterfalls. I fell behind and got lost, finding myself in a creek with steep walls on either side, not sure how to get out. I blew my whistle frantically for about 15 minutes until he came back for me, and after about a 20 minute temper tantrum, I calmed down and was able to enjoy the rest of the hike, and didn’t even freak out when we found ourselves in further precarious situations.
After the 5 hour, 6.5 mile “run” turned “hike”, we went swimming, took a nap, and chilled out.
JP made us a delicious dinner of salmon and various salads, which we ate on my favorite rocks next to the only grass on the island.
After dinner, we went for a paddle around the entire lake, checking out the shoreline and meeting some of the other campers.
JP did the dishes and we settled down to watch the sunset. That evening, thunder, lightning, and rain kept me up for most of the night, terrified. I was convinced the lightning was going to strike the metal pole in our tent. We survived though, and after another morning paddle around the lake, we packed up our things and headed back to Truckee. It was the perfect vacation spot, and I can’t wait to go back and bring my kids next time.