It’s summertime and the urge to go to the mountains is so strong it’s hard to resist. Growing up I would spend summer break at my grandparents cabin in South Lake Tahoe. I carried the tradition into adulthood, and still try to go whenever I get the chance. When I’m not there what I miss most is the smell of the trees and pine needles crunching underneath my feet, and the excitement of seeing the lake for the first time as we drive into South Lake.
(My photos are of some of my favorite places: Fallen Leaf Lake at dusk, Emerald Bay by canoe, summer lupines in South Lake and views from Lily Lake )