I graduated from high school 46 years ago, but based on my experience today, the high school…read morestudents of today may have the edge on me.
We were looking for Burton Creek State Park, and the instructions in the park tour book said that the trail starts from North Tahoe High School. So we drive along North Lake Rd, make a left on Old Mill Rd, and another left on Polaris, and voila, there's a nice recently paved road and parking lot in front of the school.
We drive around and no trail to be seen. Have the wife check with a teenager and her friends and they say the trail is next to the parking lot. Drive completely around the vast parking lot and school and run into the same teenager. Embarassed, I have the wife ask again. The teen rolls her eyes. Dumb and dumber! She says its on the side of the parking lot near the soccer field.
We find the trail, just touching the edge of the parking lot a ways from the soccer field. No signs, until we are 100 yards along the path. Sign says no motorbikes but mountain bicycles OK, and dogs OK.
Wide trail, the right size for a service trail, with gradual inclines, and relatively smooth. No big boulders nor obstacles along the 5 mile loop through the deep forests, with maps at every intersection, and glimpses to the south of the vast blue Lake Tahoe.
A very few people walking the dog, but lots of mountain bicyclists, during our 2 hour walk through the vast forests.
Turns out this is a hiking/mountain bike park in the summer, and a cross country ski area in the winter, hence the trail maps, and absence of boulders and shrubbery along the service road wide areas of the pathway.
No toilets, no drinking water, but plenty of privacy to do your thing in the bushes.
We stop for a lunch break, but quickly change our minds, as the yellow jackets are out in force -at least the wife didn't get stung during a pit stop, where the sun don't shine!.
The last part of the trail back to the connecting trail to the high school is a killer - a very steep uphill incline more suited for downhill skiing than cross country skiing. No mountain bike going up that incline!
Arriving at the high school, my wife takes a wrong step and lands her new hiking boot in a some wet asphalt pooling on the edge of the just paved parking lot. She takes off her shoe, and is attacked by a swarm of yellow jackets. She launches into a tirade that would make Trump blush.
I have to drive the car over to rescue her and her tarred boot, which is finished for this trip! Welcome to high school!