On the sixth day of Tahoe, it was time to leave. We had actually extended our trip by a day since we were having so much fun. After packing up, and thanking and saying goodbye to Steve and Denise, we said goodbye to the lake, which looked different every time we saw it (no one time better than the time before).
The drive on the 395 is gorgeous, and patriotic; it includes views of our national symbol, the bald eagle.
"From the mountains, to the prairies, to the oceans white with foam..."