Snow, then sunny skies in Tahoe, followed by periods of high frustration and scattered melancholy.
It’s snowing in Tahoe as I write this. Which is great if you live in Tahoe. Unfortunately, I no longer do. I’m about as far from the crown jewel of the Sierras as possible while still living within the borders of the continental United States.
I know it’s snowing there because from November through April, I check the weather at Lake Tahoe at least once a week. I go to my favorite weather website and punch in the zip code for California’s Olympic Valley. It has been nearly a decade since I lived there, but I haven’t forgotten it: 96146.
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