After a restful sleep we were up early and ready for a day of exploring.
After a nice breakfast at one of the casinos we headed over to Emerald Bay on the west shore. There I finally got my first good view of the lake. My reaction was contained in one short word. “WOW!”
We parked the car and took the trail down to Vikingsholm. It turned out to be about a one mile walk. Yet, due to the steepness of the trail and the altitude, our return back up to the parking lot seemed more like two miles. We had to stop numerous times while we huffed and puffed.
We continued our drive, stopping often, but eventually making it all the way around the lake and back to the casino area.
As we sat in a restaurant having dinner we both knew without a doubt that someday we would live at Lake Tahoe.
And sure enough that dream came true in the late 1980s.