Weber Lake Campapalooza 2018

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Nearly all of my best friends from high school and their families spent a very fun weekend hanging out and watching our kids play on the hammocks at the newly established Webber Lake Campground. 

• "In October 2012, the Truckee Donner Land Trust acquired the 3,000 acre property from its longtime owners, Clif and Barbara Johnson. Webber Lake had been in the Johnson Family since the 1870s. Until the Land Trust's acquisition, the property had been closed to the public for close to one hundred years. The property consists of Webber Lake and two large meadows, Lower Lacey Meadow and Upper Lacey Meadow. Lacey Creek meanders through both meadows and feeds Webber Lake. Dr. David Webber’s hotel, built in 1860, is the last standing stagecoach hotel (out of about 30) on the historic Henness Pass Road. Additional History."

Our entire group took a lovely hike through Lacey Meadow and got to play in Lacey Creek where several other families of young children were already playing.  Along the way we spotted 12 different species of wildflowers! 

And, while I have no photographic evidence, Dave, Lucas, Zephyr and I were witness to a bizarre display of animal interactions while on an sunset canoe across the lake.  We were skunked fishing, but what we saw really made up for the lack of fish.  We witnessed a young black tail deer, no more than a year old, antagonize two sandhill cranes and a huge gaggle of geese.  I had heard the cranes chatting-up a storm, so we tried to canoe around the inlet delta's willows to take a peek.  As we stealthily paddled to within several hundred yards we could see the young deer put its tail up and head down as it ran towards the cranes. The cranes leapt out of the way each time and gave the dear an earful.  But the dear was undeterred, and much like a bullfight, the dear circled round and made about eight more passes at the crane, sometimes chasing it into water about 18" deep. 

With the cranes fully pissed-off, the deer shifted its attention to a gaggle of three-dozen Canadian geese that were sitting on the marshy shore minding their own business.   Like an impetuous human toddler, the deer again raised it's tail and, with a 35-meter run-up made a beeline for the gaggle of geese.  The deer was like a bowling ball plowing through the geese. The geese flew-off just in the nick of time,  tumbling out like bowling pins and all the while probably wondering what in the hell they ever did to the deer to deserve this kind of treatment.  To cap-off the evening's events a bald eagle swooped down about 20' above our heads and landed in some trees on the north shore of the lake.  The sun was setting and we raced back across the lake so that I could take the picture below.  

I'm lucky to have such awesome friends!  We'll be returning to Webber Lake next year.