Today’s short hike in Desolation Wilderness was primarily for the dog’s benefit, as she’s not seen much in the way of long walks for some time. As evidenced by the video, she had a lot of pent-up energy.
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Friday night Tahoe got hit with a winterish (for October) storm, one that left trails in awesome condition and the mountains a light shade of white (a few inches, not the 16 I’d heard predicted above 9,000 ft). While I was too ill to enjoy playing outside Saturday (damn stomach bug), I was able to let myself get excited for winter and skiing as I worked at home and felt generally feeble.
And since we’ve accumulated 2+ cords of wood from the trees we had removed from our property this summer, there’s no need to hold back on keeping the wood stove cranking. Which is what we did yesterday and again this afternoon, much to the dog’s delight. It didn’t take long before she was splayed out in a puddle of dog by the fireplace, pink nose and all. Lucky for her, N, the resident fire builder/manager, doesn’t have much in the way of business travel this winter.
Yesterday I took the dog out for a run, since her energy levels had rebounded exponentially since our 19 mile hike on Saturday. It was hot, which meant I did the ‘jogging shuffle’ instead of my slightly faster paced ‘fast jog’. I don’t force Soleil to heel when I’m this slow – it would drive both of us insane. Instead she meanders about, sniffing and marking, coming back to me to make sure I’m still moving, but rarely does she stand still.
So it was with a bit of puzzlement that I saw her standing off the trail looking back at me during one particularly steep and painful hill climb. I wasn’t sure why, but the answer became clear when I saw a mountain biker whizzing towards me at a good clip. Soleil, usually known more for her stupidity than her intellect, must have internalized some of my ‘heel’ commands at actually figured something out. Who knew?
It’s amazing what a huge payoff dog training has in the long run. (Isn’t that right bro?)
The Lake Tahoe Shakespeare Festival is one of those great cultural festivals that blends the words of the Bard with the beauty of Lake Tahoe. It’s something we try to attend once a year, if only to picnic on the shore of the Lake. This year’s comedy production is A Midsummer Night’s Dream, and in an effort to add realism to the performance, the production announced it was seeking a dog to play the role of Starveling the Tailor’s dog. On a whim I sent off a few choice pics of Soleil. Earlier this week I learned that the photos made an impression, and our not-too-bright (and certainly not literate) dog had been selected to audition next week.
While the notion of Soleil on stage getting her 15 minutes of fame (and love) is amusing, I’m not sure I’m going to go ahead with the audition. It’s a lot of schlepping – 3 performances a week for 5 weeks – and I’d be required to drive her to Sand Harbor (about 60 miles round trip) and stay until 10 pm each night. I know that parents drive that distance and more for their blood children, but this is a dog of questionable pedigree we’re talking about here.
However, the great story that this would make almost negates the gas and time. And since no other grandchild in my family has made it that far as an actor, I’m really tempted to go ahead with the audition. It’s a week away, so I have ample time to reflect on this until then.
While the official spring season’s only been around a few weeks, it’s felt like that here at Lake Tahoe since early March, thanks to a persistent high-pressure system sitting over Northern California. For some it’s wonderful, but for those of us that love skiing and/or work in the ski industry, all this sunshine is not good for consumer perception. Especially when the likes of Colorado, Utah and the Pacific Northwest are getting clobbered with back to back snow storms. The irony is that the Colorado resorts are closing this weekend, and the Lake Tahoe resorts are open through the end of April/early May. Yet folks here are thinking more about golf, gardening and all the things you do when the snow melts. Go figure.
Temps are expected to be near record breaking this weekend – mid-sixties or something silly. And since I’m playing catch up with work I figured a run in the meadow would be just the thing for both me and the too-neglected (?) mutt.
Funny thing is, there’s still quite a bit of snow around, despite the warmth. So our trail run was more of a snow/mud run with a bit of trail thrown in for good measure. It made for a slower pace, but the dog didn’t seem to mind. She swam, sniffed and ran through all the muddiest parts – deliberately.
Now she’s lying right in the middle of the once-cream berber carpet upstairs, ensuring that there will be a wet, dirty patch there later today. This despite the 3 beds she has to choose from.
At least in South Lake Tahoe, medieval weapons become deadly.
An attack during a party with a mace, a weapon used
in medieval times, resulted in the arrest of one man and the
hospitalization of another for treatment of head injuries, police said.
The excitement of living in a small town.Where stupidity reaches level 11 on a regular basis.