The saying about the how the cobbler’s children have no shoes?
My dad worked at a lake my entire childhood.
My parents took me on some lovely vacations.
We never vacationed a lake.
Granted, we were lucky enough to live a short drive to the Pacific Ocean, Sierra Nevadas, and Disneyland. I’m not complaining. We went to many fabulous places, but never a lake.
So, at age 26, I had never swam in a lake.
Sure, at church camp I swam in a creek. I’ve cleaned my feet off in a stream. Just not a lake.
So this August, when I got the chance to go camping and hiking in Tahoe National Park I jumped at it. Not just because I adored the group attending, but because this was my chance.
We hiked up to Loch Leven Lakes.
I had research and studied up on so many other aspects of the trip, I didn’t take a look at the hike. I trusted the group. I’d done some day hikes before. In fact, I always recommend Taft Point to people going to Yosemite. I never claimed to be an outdoorsman, but I’m no couch potato.
This was no Taft Point. There were switch backs and massive altitude changes. There were randomly marked trails.
I thought I was going to die.
But I didn’t. And the lakes?
Awe-inspiring. I wish I had a better vocabulary to describe them. Or camera to photograph them.
My first swim? Amazing. (I’m on the left)
Will I do it again? Only with better shoes and better preparation.