Loading ...My dad was a Calif State Park Ranger at Tahoe Campgrounds, just outside Tahoe City…. and my mom ran the Warming Hut at the top of the chairlift at Squaw Valley, now I guess it’s called Palisades. In those days there was just a two lane road around the lake which, due to the heavy snowfall, would frequently be closed. That’s where I learned to love Nature. During the winter, one school day each week was mandatory ski lessons at Granlibakken Ski Lodge located just out of Tahoe City. A weasel with about 10 ropes dragging behind would pick us up at the entrance. We donned our ski’s, grabbed a rope and got towed to the lodge, skied for the day, and got towed back to the road in the late afternoon. Then on the weekends my sister and I would go with my mom to Squaw Valley where we got free use of the ski hills, rope tows, and chairlift while our mom was working at the warming hut at the top of the chairlift. During the summers was lots and lots of fishing. My dad knew where the underwater canyons were located in the lake and that is where the big fish, Mackinaw, hung out….and you had to know what color and size flatfish lure to use and what depth to troll in order to catch them. Spinners were pretty useless except for the smaller trout, rainbows and brook trout, which we used to fish from the piers or to troll close to shore with our row boat. All in all it was a dream come true for a kid!
No Comments
No comments yet.
RSS feed for comments on this post.
Sorry, the comment form is closed at this time.