July 26th: last day in Fresno
Paul, me, Bruce and Lisa wine tasting
This was my last family visit on this trip. It has been such a joy to be able to spend time with my family.
July 27th:
sunrise on the road to Tahoe
I was thinking about snakes this morning, and shedding skins. When an old skin is no longer useful, when it no longer serves its purpose, when it has been outgrown, the snake just sheds it. How I wish, at times, that I could be a snake.
The Merced River
Don Pedro lake
Sylvia and John Schofield
John and Sylvia live in a small cabin outside of Volcano, a small town of 200 souls south of Tahoe. They have spent much of their lives living in foreign countries, working as teacher and nurse in places like Germany, Brazil, and Korea, while raising 5 children. I met John and Sylvia my freshman year in college - parents of my first true love - 34 years ago. Our relationship started a little rocky, to say the least (which was fun to reminisce about on this trip). Their current project, inspired by their latest trip abroad to Africa, is to help the girls they met in a small town in Tanzania, with their educational expenses . I am honored to call them friends.
sunset from their balcony
It was so great spending a little time with John and Sylvia. It is such a blessing - this life on the road - the opportunity to explore, to be free of schedule, direction and path. What a blessing to meet a new person and connect in that empty space of newness. Maybe even more a blessing to reacquaint with old friends, share familiar memories, with the ease that trust allows.
July 28th: I spent my time slowly driving up to Tahoe
Silver lake, Highway 88, south of Tahoe
or maybe this is Silver Lake
Could be this photo too
picnic dinner on Lake Tahoe with Chris and Scooter
I have known Scooter since I was 14 years old. About every couple of years I come driving through Tahoe, and their door is always open. And though we haven't talked to each other for 2 years, it seems like it has only been a week. Some friends are like that. Good friends.
We went for a three hour work from Scooter's house, through the Shasta daisies (also known as mule's ears) and mosquitoes
We made it to a section of the Tahoe Rim trail