Lake Tahoe Winter

Lake Tahoe Winter

Of all the Christmas movies I watched this year, White Christmas has to be one of my favorites. Sure, I’m a sucker for good tap-dancing, and Bing Crosby’s velvety voice isn’t something you easily forget. But that fervor, that desire, that need for snow around Christmas- that gets me every time.

When I was a little girl growing up across the bridge in Marin County, every single wish I made was always for snow. I wanted our house to be covered in it, absolutely blanketed. Other than the one time I built a Hail Man out of a pittance of the white crumbly stuff, my wish remained ungranted.

And then we moved to Minnesota, where my first Halloween was wiped out by an ice storm and -40 degree temperatures. Yeah, I know- be careful what you wish for. Now that I’ve migrated back to my native Bay Area, I’m finding myself wishing yet again for snow. But this time, I just need to drive four hours to find a Lake Tahoe winter.

Jim and I spend the days after Christmas exploring around Lake Tahoe and Squaw Valley, blasting downhill on our skis (and board), taking a tram up to dizzying heights, and consuming no small amount of festive beverages. No snow fell from the sky, but I was still as happy as a child.

Squaw Valley, Squaw High Camp, High Camp summit, winter at Squaw

Squaw Valley High Camp, High Camp bar, Squaw Valley bar

Squaw Valley tram, Squaw Valley High Camp, Lake Tahoe Winter

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Northstar skating rink, skiing at Northstar

Lake Tahoe, Lake Tahoe sunset, Lake Tahoe winter

Sarah Lee

Pixie-haired SF fashion/personal style blogger and freelance writer in love with polka dots, IPAs, and zombie movies. Urban hiking enthusiast by weekend.