Lake Tahoe is well-known as a vacation/recreation destination, and so we made a visit between January snowstorms to see what the Lake has to offer in winter. 
“We were like a couple of kids,” Robin said after we got home again. I’m not sure I completely agree, but we did have fun in two days at the South Shore. Who wouldn’t?
We did everything we could find to do, which included a visit to the Heavenly Valley ski slopes via gondola, snowmobiling through the forest high up the mountain above the lake, and cruising on the Dixie (to say nothing of the food).
I had taken Jones to Lake Tahoe before, but I had been careful to keep our distance from anything disturbing.
It turns out taking him on a sleigh ride is different. Once he realized that the large engine attached to the front of the dingus we rode in was a horse — a nice old caramel-colored Belgian draft horse named Duke who’s been pulling the Borges sleighs for years — Jones went ballistic and launched into an endless, mindless spasm of barking.
We started by cooing soothing phrases to him, and ended up wrestling him down to the floor of the sleigh and wrapping a heavy lap robe around his head while he continued to scream his head off, endlessly, mindlessly barking.
Our chauffeur Veronica, who had trouble being heard over the endless, mindless barking, agreed to a quick detour back to the gate. We replaced Jones in the car in the MontBleu parking lot and resumed our journey.
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy EveningWhose woods these are I think I know. My little horse must think it queer The only other sound’s the sweep — Robert Frost |
Hot bright sun in a cool blue sky, trees black against the snow, Duke’s big rump rhythmically working as he hauled us along, his palomino tail glittering golden. . . .
Soon enough we’d calmed back down again, and by the time we returned to home base — there are 30- and 45-minute excursions — we were restored to equilibrium. In retrospect we don’t think we tipped Veronica enough.
Veronica could recite it by the time she was 5.
A few years ago when Bob Dylan and Willy Nelson appeared together at an Outdoor Concert at Harvey’s, we had supper before the show at the Sage Room. Robin has never forgotten what she praised that night as “the best steak of my life!”, so we returned to the Sage Room for further corporeal bliss.
Robin ordered her steak ‘on the rare side of medium rare’ and we chose a bottle of Cline ancient vine Zinfandel from the sumptuous wine list. The steak was perfectly delicious, as you might expect . . . but it was not as sublimely wonderful as the first one, or at least not as wonderful as the worshipful memory of that first one. That one is, was, and will always be the best ever, so exceptionally good that even the chefs in the kitchens at Harvey’s
can never match it.
We had a splendid view outside and a magnificent feast within, from chilled shrimps way over on the west to sushi being rolled fresh way over on the east and a carving station halfway in between.
Part of the fun of a buffet is the management challenge: only the good stuff, and in just the right proportion and amount. We left Harrah’s happy.
Five Years Ago in the NevadaGramOne of the most memorable episodes in “Roughing It” recounts how young Sam Clemens hiked up to Lake Tahoe from Carson City. He told how he and his companion staked a timber claim and accidentally set the forest on fire. The two escaped with their lives by rowing their skiff out into the lake and waiting for the flames to die down. But for all its admirable qualities as prose that flirted now and then with poetry, Twain’s description of his Tahoe excursions — he actually made two visits to the lake, but conflated them into one in his book — lacked geographical specificity, and scholars ever since have wondered just where it was that he had made camp. Speculation placed the spot at several different places on both the Nevada and California sides of the lake, but it was just last summer that a group of curious Twainiacs figured out exactly where it was. Lead investigator in this effort was Bob Stewart, who had already become conversant with Clemens’ Nevada adventures from the research he did for his book “Aurora, Nevada’s Ghost City of the Dawn”. Instead of taking you to the original NevadaGram, the link below takes you to a subsequent version we made into a stand-alone feature with a more streamlined architecture. Same content, but presented more conveniently: |
The gondola that carries passengers from lake level to the mountaintop is an attraction all year around because of the spectacular views of the lake it provides.
The journey takes long enough that the sheer thrilling strangeness of the experience begins to wear off and it’s possible to contemplate the scope and challenge of the engineering and construction project that created it. And all the while you’re floating rapidly upward, somewhere between heaven and earth.
There’s a viewing platform high above the lake where each gondola pauses long enough for passengers to step off and spend a few minutes taking in the sight that greeted Fremont and his party in 1844.
The project seems more impressive than ever as you take in the vastness of the lake, before stepping aboard another pausing gondola to rise up higher still, pop over the crest, and swoop down into the little bowl called Heavenly Valley, more than 9,000 feet above sea level.
The Lodge is immense, serving food and drink to the multitudes into the night. The night actually begins early up here, with the daily Unbuckle Aprés party starting at 3:30 with half price drinks, live DJs and food specials until 5:30. We didn’t stay that late, even with the Heavenly Angel dancers performing — they only work Fridays and Saturdays — because we were booked elsewhere, with miles to go before we sleep.
We had lunch at the Red Hut a little way up Kingsbury Grade, and I have a theory, based on their cheerful friendliness, that waitressing here is a day job for the Heavenly Angels. Food’s good too.
Our next destination was the Zephyr Cove Lodge, a pleasantly old school Lake Tahoe landmark with 32 cabins, an RV park and campsites for guests.
We signed in, collected our helmets (cold-weather clothing also available) and boarded the shuttle bus that took us a few miles farther east and higher up on US 50 to where a zillion snowmobiles were waiting at a Forest Service trail head.
This event turns out to be about 20 miles of riding in a single file up and down hills along trails that curve every which way, rising and descending through the beautiful forest, emerging at one point at an overview of the Lake and pausing at another for a cup of hot chocolate.
Even for a novice like me the machine was easy to drive, mildly challenging until the throttle control becomes familiar, but requiring my full attention to hold it on course as we jounced over the well-traveled roadway. This isn’t a big problem, but it’s definitely an inconvenience, as you can’t really enjoy to the fullest the extraordinary landscapes you’re churning through. Your passenger can though, and Robin assures me it was a spectacular ride.
By the time it was over, and we had returned to the Lodge and turned in our helmets, it was near sundown, time to stroll down to the lake shore and out on the jetty to board the Dixie II — the Tahoe Queen is docked here as well — for what is called the “Pints & Paddles Cruise”. The pints are served over the small bar on the second deck, and the paddles propel the craft in an apparently aimless wandering around on the lake for an hour and a half while the pints are being consumed.
A New Burger Find at Tahoe |
Immediately Ike & Martin began to make music and didn’t stop until the Dixie nudged up against its dock again.
Most of the crowd was young — millennials! — and clearly enjoying themselves, but even people as old as me were having a good time. Samuel, the only waiter, was the busiest man at the lake during this hour and a half. This ‘party boat’ cruise is offered through the winter on Wednesday evenings, a bargain at $20.
Maybe Robin was right, maybe we were like kids. It was fun.
Ten Years Ago in the NevadaGramRobin and I were among the dozens who braved the crisp February air to crowd into the park behind the Pershing County Court House in Lovelock. We were there to lock our love. Up to now it has only been bound and gagged. One cheerful man inscribed the names of two women along with his on the padlock he clipped to the chain, while cynics from Elko and Winnemucca were inquiring about opening a lock-cutter franchise in the Court House basement. But NCOT Executive Director Bruce Bommarito brought the starry-eyed spectators back to earth. “Lovers Lock may seem to be all about hearts and flowers,” he told the crowd, “but it’s really about dollars and cents. Its purpose is to attract more visitors to Lovelock and the revenue they bring to the community. Couples who stop to lock their love will stay a while and experience the other attractions.” Coincidentally, the local Casino — Sturgeon’s — has been sold to American Wagering Inc. Surely they’re betting on the power of love. |
Overheard at the International Cafe in Austin: A man does not have to be an angel to be a saint.
What they’re saying about us: The High Country News reports on Nevada’s solar shut-down
Quick Notes from Beyond the Mountains:
Mark Twain and I |
The heart of this unique war memorial is the Wall of the Dead, individual faces and names of US military war personnel who perished in the Iraq and Afghanistan wars since September 11, 2001 . . . Step right along in Carson City on February 6 during the Downtown Wine Walk . . . Up the hill in Virginia City go see Antsy McClain and the Trailer Park Troubadours at Piper’s Opera House on February 12th . . . On the weekends of February 12-13, 19-20, 26-27 you can take in the Murder Mystery Dinner Show at Gold Dust West in Carson City . . . Devil Made Me Do It Saloon Crawl – February 13, 11 am – 5 pm is a pre-Valentine’s Day self-guided tour of Virginia City Saloons. It’s unforgettable unless you wake up the next day and can’t remember what happened . . . Carson Valley hosts its annual Eagles and Agriculture event on Feb 18th through the 21st . . .
Next door in Carson City, check out a International Film Weekend on February 18th at Boldrick Theater . . . Test your metal at the USA Taekwondo US Open and Olympic Team Trials in Reno that kicks off on February 2nd and last through the 7th. The “Big Easy” comes to Reno at the 24th Annual Reno Mardi Gras on February 9th . . .
Take your special someone to History in the Buff at Wilbur D. May Museum, Rancho San Rafael Regional Park. The event starts on February 12the and runs through the 14th.
Ward Mountain Ski Recreation Area. Out east off Interstate 80 in Elko go Snow Mobiling in the Ruby Mountains!
A unique fundraising event brings Ray Bonneville, one of the best harmonica players alive today, accompanied by Richie Lawrence, to the Silver City School House Community Center February 28 at 5 pm for a suggested donation of $10 or $20. Read more of this post, or visit the Silver City School House event page.
Parting Shot —
Fly Geyser, near Gerlach Nevada by Larry Angier

