Lake Tahoe, Califonia

Our stop in Lake Tahoe had very mixed results.

It was too cold to camp so we decided to check into a hotel for the night. While there we learned that there was too much snow to hike or bike at any of the places we planned. The only place that we could bike was a bike path that went around the lake.

That evening we took advantage of everything in the hotel. We all took showers and watched as much TV as we could. The only bad part was that my bed was lumpy and uncomfortable.

The next day we went out on the bike path. I decided to bike while my parents walked. Eventually I got bored; the entire path was paved and relatively flat. Even worse, there wasn’t a view of the lake, so I couldn’t get a good picture. I decided to turn around, and that’s when things started going wrong. I just turned around when the sun came out, and I started getting hot. I unzipped my jacket but realized that I looked like an idiot. I was going 20 miles per hour, and my jacket was flying around behind me, making me look like a peacock having a spasm. I slowed down to zip up my coat and was putting up my hood when there was a sharp curve in the path. Instinctively I slammed on my brake which was a good thing and a bad thing. If I hadn’t hit the brake I would have ridden into the highway and probably gotten hit by a car. Lucky me, I only flipped over my handle bars at 15 miles an hour onto solid concrete. In the end I needed

five stitches in my chin and a capped tooth. Also, a week later as I write this, my right arm, the one I landed on, can’t lift up anything heavier than ten pounds.  In addition it hurts to drink hot and cold. Plus, I can’t get my chin wet, which as one might imagine is hard in Redwood National park, a place that gets 90 inches of rain per year. I am constantly in fear as well because tomorrow my mom takes out my stitches.