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Posted by Steve Sharma on June 13th, 2022

My wife and I recently returned from a weekend mini-break in Squaw Valley focused on biking. We're big skiers who often visit in the winter, but Lake Tahoe and even Squaw Valley have enough to offer in the summer. Things became a bit more complicated when the weather forecast for the weekend we booked forecasted thunderstorms. That doesn't bother me, but it might make riding more complex if the wind picks up to 20 mph, as it often does in the High Sierra.

When we spotted this while out for a walk down the Squaw Valley floor, we knew we had made the correct decision to go up despite the weather forecast. This was a whole rainbow with a 180-degree turn. It's adorable. It's one thing to look at photographs. It's another thing entirely to have something looming over your head. We concluded that seeing the Cornice Cantina beneath this rainbow was a sign that we should stop for a drink. We sat outside on the deck to watch the rainbow after getting my Don Julio and my wife's Pabst Blue Ribbon (she's a cheap date, bless her heart). North lake Tahoe pontoon boat rentals

Surprisingly, there was, even more to see: cloud shapes I'd never seen before. We expected the conclusion of Close Encounters of the Third Kind. Everyone outside the pub, including the drunk ones, started shooting this. Perhaps it was the wine or the breathtaking countryside, but everyone seemed to know one other for years. The cloud shapes seemed to be compared to various human body parts by everyone. I'll leave it up to you to decide.

That first night out, seeing this spectacular sky activity and friendly people excited us tremendously for the following day. Or it may have been the Don Julio. Whatever the case, the weekend was off to a fantastic start.

The clouds, wind, and rain vanished like a dream the following morning. We discovered clear skies and dry trails. On the outskirts of Squaw Valley, there's a cycling route.

The cycling track in Squaw Valley has a C shape that follows the road around the meadow. It doesn't make a perfect circle, but there are workarounds, as I'll discuss later. The path leads to another bike track that runs parallel to the freeway.

The cycling track beside the freeway is breathtakingly beautiful. A procession of technicolor beauty and unique aromas from the lake, warm pine trees, and flowers will immediately dazzle two out of five senses. On a bluebird day like today, it's difficult not to be in a good mood.

The sound of the highway is one aspect of these routes that might put you in a foul mood or, at the very least, distract you from the views and fragrances. The bike track runs parallel to the highway but is entirely distinct from it. However, since it is just a few feet from the street, the sound of automobiles is always there as you go through the countryside.

The restroom facilities were one aspect of these trails that was a huge comfort, physically. Unlike Monterey's 17 Mile Drive, several public and private sites can choose from.

This was our first ride, just 30 miles from Squaw to Homewood and back. The bike route abruptly halted approximately a half-mile north of Homewood, contributing to this. My wife wasn't keen on riding alongside the vehicles, but I was eager to see Homewood in the summer, so we separated off for a while and dashed down.

Doubling back on the same route didn't seem like much fun at first, but the landscape changes dramatically depending on which way you go, so we noticed many things we hadn't seen on the way down. The bike lane is strategically positioned to provide the most lovely view of the lake. This kind of scenery compensates for a lot of traffic noise.

We stopped at the River Ranch on the way home, a Tahoe landmark located on the river and the highway. It has a lovely terrace where all the rafters unload. The "5-degree" rum punch is also good. It starts beautiful and improves with each drink. It's conveniently close to Squaw if we were too drunk or lazy while wining and feasting. We sat on the patio, smelling the trees, the grill, the rum drink, and the rafter mayhem, before returning to the path for the last mile.

My wife decided to take a different approach back through the Squaw Valley meadow after we were off the freeway. We passed this route on our way out, and it appeared more fascinating than the roadside trail. The only issue was that I knew from experience that no public path crossed the meadow's south side. Nonetheless, I was in the mood to explore rather than argue, so I consented to accompany my wife up the route. I had a plan, after all.

Crossing the south side of the meadow on a paved route is relatively simple if you don't mind trespassing for a few hundred yards. The golf course features golf cart tracks that begin precisely where the public road ends. As a result, it's tempting to keep walking across the meadow on these routes for a while. We did it here, and the golfers didn't seem to mind.