My sister heard a rumor in Reno (from a friend) that Angora Lake is an exceptional place to visit.
So instead of going to Donner Lake like we usually do, we drove 2 hours down a narrow one-lane dirt road, to get to the PARKING LOT for Angora Lake.
We were told it just a short hike to Angora Lake.
And indeed, it was a “short” hike.
My sister and I would walk a hundred feet, and stop to catch our breath.
The altitude combined with our lack of exercise made it a GRUELING hike.
I’m not even clear why we made it except that we drove ALL THIS WAY to see a lake and we were damn sure we were going to see a lake.
When we got there, we ordered sandwiches and fresh made lemonade.
But sitting outside eating our sandwiches, the hornets wouldn’t leave us alone and my sister didn’t have her epi pen with her.
So it too was less than ideal.
Finally, we managed to grab some shade, lay out our towels, and relax around what was a truly BEAUTIFUL alpine lake.
Ten minutes later, thunder could be heard. And dark clouds were blowing in.
Not wanting to get caught in a thunderstorm, we packed up our belongings and headed back down to our car.
The only saving factor in the whole ordeal is that my son Duncan chose to hang with UNR friends and so he wasn’t there to bitch and moan about our situation.
I’m certain he would have been quite vocal.
We made it to our car, but my sister’s legs were rubber bands from the hike downhill so I drove us all the way home. . . down narrow dirt roads, through forests ravaged by fire, through all the South Lake Tahoe CONSTRUCTION traffic, and finally home to Reno.
Oh yeah, did I mention the critters in these parts carry the BUBONIC PLAGUE?!
Yes, that’s right.
THE BLACK PLAGUE.
We stayed away.