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Blue Lakes

Before we left this beautiful area, I wanted to take the dogs out, alone, back into the mountains to breathe the mountain air and fill my soul.  Drew recommended I drive out to the Blue Lakes off Highway 88 (Carson Pass Highway), along Hope Valley Road.

This road follows the West Fork of the Carson River through a wonderful valley and past a few mountain homes finally giving away to complete wilderness.  It’s a 2 lane highway past running water, lots of trees, and along a cut between Markleeville Peak, The Nipple, and Jeff Davis Peak.

We reached the end of the road at the Blue Lakes and drove along Lower Blue Lake.  The land here is made up gigantic smooth rocks with trees growing up through the cracks, it’s a great place for Corgis to run around!

Yep, that is the mountain called The Nipple
Amazing!!!

The wind has twisted most of the trees out here over the years.


So, I let the Corgis out to run around while I walked a little.  Without my hiking boots and cell service, I didn’t want to venture too far out on my own.  There were several campers out here….but it’s too twisty and without full hookups for us to bring the coach out here.  Too sad, I would love to park out away from everything like this to cleanse my lungs and soul daily!
Water running between the Upper and Lower Blue Lakes

Back to those Corgis….. they loved running around on the large flat mountain rocks, chasing each other and barking as much as they wanted!  In the photo just above, you can see a tree and a bunch of bushes growing at the water’s edge and Zeplyn running along the top of the rock.  Well, the Corgis are not accustomed to big smooth rocks that drop of suddenly — sure enough, first Ratchet fell down into those bushes, then, while I was trying to figure out how to get him back up and out, Zeplyn slid down there too!  Now I had 2 dogs scrambling around on the branches just above that water and about 4’ below me trying to figure out how to get back out.  Zeplyn is still young enough (he’s only 8 years old) and was able to claw his way back up the rock and onto the top.  Ratchet is 11 and a bit heavier; no way was he going to scramble up that rock!  I finally figured out how to approach it from the tree side, coax Ratchet over to me by climbing over the branches, and carry him back to the upper side of the rocks!   Whew!!!!

We returned to the car and headed back to Tahoe, snow was coming! We are leaving tomorrow and I’ve got some packing to do!

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