Bushwhacking.
Tahoe is full of views. Most are spots with lots of people. This one is not. My favorite area to come in search of isolation and renewal.
Years ago, I wandered for hours, breeze and views, cracking of branches, an osprey above, steep slopes shifting beneath my feet, all healing me as nothing else could. A snowstorm in June warmed me.
Today, a buck bounded across and below me as I reached GZ.