I left the smokey Mount Shasta area and headed to Lake Tahoe.  It was only about four hours of driving.

Of course, it was beautiful!  I have been blessed to visit so many beautiful areas.  However, I arrived the week prior to Labor Day and it was really crowded.  Since I arrived right before my work week, I didn’t have a lot of time to explore, but did find a few hours to hike around Emerald Bay and take some photos.

One of the highlights of Tahoe was meeting a beautiful fellow solo traveler who was camped next to me.  She offered me her extra bag of ice as she didn’t need it and what began as a kind and neighborly gesture turned into an amazing conversation that kept us both engaged for hours.  The sun went down and it turned dark, yet we were standing there in the dark talking.  By the time our night ended we knew so much about each other and our lives.

Beverly worked in an Orphanage in Haiti and was on leave for a few months for some R & R.  Like me she was traveling around in her vehicle but only for a few weeks.  We exchanged stories of our travels and it was evident we both had a passion for the Spiritual, “the One” who guides us in our lives.

On Thursday, prior to Labor Day, I pulled out of Tahoe, searching for a quiet place to ride out the busy weekend.  Some might say “is this even possible?”  But, I trust in “the one” who guides my footsteps and only about an hour away, outside a little town called Markleeville, I found my place.

My Intention was to have a week of silence and solitude.  I took a week off work and went into an area that was out of Cell range and just unplugged.  It was heavenly.