And wouldn’t stop. We drove all the way around the lake checking out the view and looking for a nice semi-dry picnic spot and eventually gave up and ate in the car looking at the lake. See that table closest to the water, that’s where we would have eaten… Ro said we had a “carnic.”
We drove past Camp Richardson, which is normally packed with tents as far as the eye can see in every direction, and it was completely deserted. Not one single tent or hardy camper left. We looked at that and thought “Uh oh…” And sure enough, the drive home was slooooooooooow. Rain the whole way and every single person fleeing Tahoe ended up on that two-lane road at the same time.