This is Marisella, a little mermaid on the beach in Lake Tahoe. Completely relaxed under a cozy blanket of sand, she nearly fell asleep in the warm afternoon sun.
And, she had no idea her mom had mounded an ample bosom for her.
Lake Tahoe is a place to ski year round. In the summer, people whisk across the cold and vast lake. In the winter, they skim down the mountainside. All year, the business owners and locals wish for the right kind of weather to make to make their business go.
As I was driving around the water and waiting for M to be dropped off in Tahoe City, I went to bustling Commons Beach to find families enjoying summer on the shore. I also found a few monuments describing the peaks in the distance and pointing out the old jail on the beach, a jail that was so damp and unwelcoming that the constable would bring criminals to stay at his place overnight.
On the way home, M stopped at a bridge to take some photos of the finished product, and as we descended into Placerville, Folsom, Sacramento, we could feel the valley’s crushing heat surrounding the car.
Kalani, a Hawaiian restaurant in South Lake Tahoe, used to be good.
And, on this visit, the appetizers: mushroom risotto and a vegetable roll were good.
But the awful service, oily side dishes, and under-seasoned entrees delivered to tables lacking salt and pepper were super disappointing. And, at an exorbitant (for the quality) price, the overall effect of the meal was actually aggravating, especially our waitress’s greedy attitude. As soon as a bachelor party of eight arrived, she forgot about us altogether.
It would be inaccurate and undeniably cliche to say last night’s sunset was like a fireworks finale, but watching the light in the waves was equally spectacular and seemed to be an appropriate final act.
As the sky and water darkened, we could see the greenish beacon that nightly welcomes manta rays shining over the water and welcoming these enormous and graceful fish to come closer to pace the ocean floor.
The Big Island’s sunsets are certainly our beacon and will draw us back again — soon.
Located at the Fairmont Orchid, Halekai (Home by the Sea), a beachfront café, is the perfect place for appetizers and drinks as a prelude to the show: sunset. Because we were there to toast eventide, I had the Kohala Sunset, a tincture of light rum, orange curacao, orange juice concentrate, and grenadine, and M had the Lilikoi (passion fruit) Margarita. Though they were similar in appearance, I enjoyed the Sunset’s texture more than the slightly more viscous floating lilikoi.
In addition to welcoming evenfall, we were anticipating the torchbearer who runs through vast grounds of whichever resort, lighting the way and finally blowing a conch to say goodbye and express gratitude to the sun.
Testing out nearly every option on the appetizer menu, we couldn’t help but notice some Mexican influences, such as chips, guacamole, and mango salsa, and that the desserts were titled “postres.” This seemed odd when paired with the Asian-influenced chicken pot stickers and chicken satay skewers, and the local items such as Hamakua Mushroom and Spinach Flatbread. But all of these dishes (and I am sure others) were incredibly unique and delectable.
Go for the light show. Have a drink and enjoy some of the scrumptious small plates.
Yesterday, our last day on the Big Island, was a pool day. A tiger shark was spotted off the beach at Hapuna, and the beaches in the area were closed.
We headed to Mauna Kea, just down from Hapuna, the same beautiful strand of beach, and saw that a few people took to the water to watch the sunset after the guard shack closed.
One group had a kiddie pool on the sand to enjoy the water despite the visitor.
The resorts have seemed relatively empty except around restaurants, but this night we practically had the wind and the waves all to ourselves.