Tag: family travel

  • Truckee, Undiscovered

    Truckee, Undiscovered

    What happens when you stop driving to Tahoe and stay in the town that got left behind

    Postcard from Donner Lake

    Everyone drives through Truckee on the way to Lake Tahoe.

    We stayed.

    For Memorial Day weekend we skipped the famous lake, the crowded beaches, the bumper-to-bumper Hwy 50. We booked two nights at Gravity Haus in downtown Truckee, called our friends, packed our kids, and went looking for a slower version of the Sierra Nevada. Late May through September is the sweet spot. Snow is gone, crowds haven’t peaked, and the river is running.

    We found it.

    “Think of it as Lake Tahoe’s quieter, more soulful little sister. Same mountains. Same water. But a pace of life that makes you forget what day it is.”

    Before You Leave

    Leave early. The road rewards it.

    We left Bay Area, California at 8 am. This was not optional, I-80 over the Sierra on a holiday weekend is either beautiful or punishing depending entirely on when you leave. At 8 am it was beautiful.

    Stop at your local coffee spot before you hit the freeway. We grabbed bagels and didn’t stop until Roseville. You could break the drive at Auburn, there’s a lovely cafe called The Pour Choice in Old Town if you need it, but honestly, once the mountains start, you won’t want to stop.

    Day One

    SATURDAY

    The lake was smaller than Tahoe. That was the whole point.

    We checked into Gravity Haus around noon. The hotel gave us chocolates. The rooms were beautiful. They had proper design, outdoor seating, an on-site restaurant called Stella, and a hot tub that became the centerpiece of every evening.

    We dropped our bags and drove straight to Donner Lake.

    West End Beach had bathrooms, a playground, lifeguards, and water so calm you could see the bottom. Ducks moved through without any particular urgency. My daughter played in the shallows for two hours. I actually relaxed. That almost never happens.

    There is something about a lake you can take in all at once. Tahoe is magnificent but it feels like an ocean. It is vast and indifferent. Donner Lake felt personal. Contained. It lets you breathe out slowly.

    “I kept admiring the houses along the shore. I found myself wondering what it must feel like to wake up to this every single morning.”

    Before heading back, drive up Old Hwy 40 toward Donner Summit. Do this the same afternoon. It’s five minutes from the beach and the view looking down over the lake from the overlook is one of those images that stays with you.

    I have to de-influence you here. I read that there is also a hidden swing about two-thirds of the way up, just off the south side of the road. I could not find it. I do not regret it.

    SATURDAY EVENING

    Downtown Truckee deserves more than a passing through.

    Historic Commercial Row is small enough to walk in twenty minutes and good enough to walk three times. Boutiques, a candy shop (Sweets Handmade Candies, non-negotiable with children), galleries, and some genuinely excellent places to eat.

    We had lunch at MASA Kitchen. House-made sourdough pizzas, Mexican-inspired tapas, no seed oils, no preservatives. The cauliflower ceviche was a revelation. The kids had quesadillas and were thrilled. We lingered longer than we planned.

    That evening: hot tub. Early to bed. Tomorrow was a river day.

    Day Two

    SUNDAY

    The river will become your favourite thing.

    We had a heavy breakfast at Squeeze In before we left. The portions are unflinching and the veggie options are good. Then we stopped at CoffeeBar and picked up sandwiches for the water. This was the single best logistical decision of the entire trip.

    We booked with Truckee River Rafting Company, family-owned since 1973. Park at the Hidden Valley lot at 2200 River Rd in Tahoe City (not at the launch site, there is no parking there). The shuttle takes you up, the staff hands out life jackets for every age including toddlers, and then you float.

    Five miles of the Sierra Nevada at its most generous.

    Five miles. Class I. A few gentle rapids at the end that made the children shriek with delight. Pine-scented air. Sandbar beaches where we pulled off, stretched, waddled in the water, and ate our CoffeeBar sandwiches while the river moved slowly past.

    We finished around 1pm. There’s a restaurant right at the takeout point, River Ranch Lodge. It has a riverside patio that is the definition of earned. We were not hungry (sandwiches), but we stayed for cold drinks anyway.

    My daughter fell asleep in the car within five minutes of leaving. We called it a tactical win.

    SUNDAY Evening

    Reserve the ramen. Do not try to walk in.

    We rallied for dinner at Rakkan Ramen. Warm, perfectly seasoned broth, vegetarian options that don’t feel like afterthoughts, a room full of people who’d also spent the day outdoors and earned their noodles. Reserve in advance. This place fills up, especially on holiday weekends.

    After dinner: ice cream. Downtown wandering. Candies again, because apparently once is not enough.

    Day Three

    monday – memorial day

    Go slowly. Then go home before 12.

    We took Monday slowly. Breakfast at CoffeeBar. It has excellent espresso, pastries that don’t try too hard. My husband worked from the hotel. I visited the bookstore on Commercial Row with friends, which is the kind of quiet thing you can only do when you are genuinely on holiday.

    You can make a quick drive to Kings Beach on North Lake Tahoe, twenty minutes from Truckee, the famous crystal-blue water, a sandy shore and a playground right on the beach. A perfect final morning. Go early, leave by 11.

    We left by noon. This was not optional either. Memorial Day westbound I-80 after 2pm is an experience I will not have again by choice. Leave by noon. Arrive home feeling like you went somewhere real.

    One thing Truckee promised and the clouds did not deliver: stars. The public piers at Donner Lake on a clear night are supposed to be extraordinary. Truckee is a certified Dark Sky community, and they say the Milky Way reflects in the water with the mountains silhouetted around it.

    The person at the Gravity Haus reception told us about it with the kind of quiet certainty that made us believe him completely. We will go back for that alone.

    The Essentials
    Everything you need before you go
    Stay
    Gravity Haus Truckee · Boutique, walkable, hot tub, excellent restaurant. Book early.
    The Beach
    Donner Lake West End Beach · Lifeguards, playground, calm water, ducks. Bring chairs. Stay longer than planned.
    The Activity
    Truckee River Rafting Company · Book at truckeeriverrafting.com. Park at 2200 River Rd. Ages 2+. Don’t skip this.
    Eat
    MASA Kitchen (lunch) · Rakkan Ramen (dinner, reserve ahead) · Squeeze In (breakfast) · CoffeeBar (coffee + sandwiches)
    The Detour
    Donner Lake Overlook + the swing · Old Hwy 40, two-thirds up toward the summit, south side of the road. Search Google Maps, it’s pinned by visitors.
    Stars
    Donner Lake public piers after 9pm · Bring blankets and a headlamp. Truckee is a certified Dark Sky community.
    Pack
    Layers · Evenings drop to 40°F in late May. Puffer jacket non-negotiable. Sunscreen, water shoes, warm pajamas for kids.
    Drive
    Leave by 7am on holiday weekends. Return by noon on Memorial Day. Non-negotiable on both counts.

    Until next time!

  • To Infinity, Beyond…. and Birds (Part 1)

    To Infinity, Beyond…. and Birds (Part 1)

    Life is a movie!

    Photo by Darwin Vegher on Unsplash

    I wrote this journal about a weekend which was spent partly at the drive-in movie theatre, partly at the beach and finally at a massive buffet.

    While these moments may sound mundane on their own, at the end of my ‘adventure’, it did not feel ordinary. I was left with a swirl of unordinary feelings and thoughts and I wanted to condense them. Over time I kept writing and felt this piece became too long for a single post. Hence, you will notice that this experience of mine is split into two separate posts. Although you can read each one on it’s own, here I am, tugging at your sleeve like a little child, with a plea to read both one after the other.

    I imagined our weekend, like a movie itself.

    Cozy opening credits at the drive-in (watching Toy Story). Followed by a perfect sequel in the form of golden beaches and maybe a buffet for third installment finale.

    But no one thought that by the end of the first half, the radio would be blasting Maroon 5 instead of Woody(a character from Toy Story), the car trunk light would be auditioning for Broadway, and my family would be one step away from being chased off the beach by 300 birds.

    I pictured a golden sunset.

    Popcorn tubs the size of our heads.

    Fairy lights glowing in the trunk.

    Cushions so comfy you would think we packed the entire living room.

    And of course, Toy Story under the stars.

    The goal was simple: give my sister a memory she could take back with her, something we would talk about for years. And we did get that… although let’s just say, Pixar wasn’t the only one serving plot twists that night.

    Scene One: Sunset and Static

    We were among the first few to arrive at the drive-in, the sky was still orange and pink. We all had that restless excitement that we get before something fun.

    Then came the radio.

    The instructions were pretty simple, “Tune in to frequency X.” Easy right? 

    I tap the screen and set the radio frequency to ‘X’.

    I hear static, fuzz, and suddenly, Maroon 5 crooning, “She wiiiiiiill be looooooooved.” 

    A still from Toy Story at the Drive-In

    My husband tries again, and this time, it’s Lady Gaga, “Pa-pa-pa-poker face pa-pa-poker face, ma-ma-ma-ma” 

    Meanwhile, the family next door is nodding along to Toy Story. We fiddled with every button, leaned out of our car windows with polite desperation, “Hey, are you getting the movie?” They nodded. Meanwhile we were stuck in an accidental pop concert.

    I cracked a joke about Mr Potato Head being voiced by Adam Levine, but to be honest, I was tense. Me and my sister looked at each other with wide-eyes and signaled, “Is this really happening!?”. My husband finally gave up and marched off to get an actual radio. 

    He came back with the radio. But the tension was sky high.

    Scene Two: The Battle Of The Trunk Light

    With the sound sorted, you would think we could relax. Nope. 

    The trunk light.

    It glowed like a stubborn lighthouse, ruining our dark and cozy vibes. I tried everything, menu settings, dome light off, camp setting, climate tweaks.

    Nothing.

    It just glared at me like, Nice try lady!

    I found some tape in the car thinking we can cover it up. But it kept falling, peeling. Soon it looked like a preschool craft project, a last minute diorama.. tape hanging, paper falling, light still blazing like it’s auditioning for Broadway… and winning the role. 

    We kept laughing and groaning at the same time like contestants of a reality tv show who know what they have signed up for. 

    At one point, I had the brilliant idea to “trick the trunk”. Out came a paper clip. I poked the latch. It clicked! The light went off! Victory!

    … for two glorious seconds.

    Then the paperclip broke and got stuck.

    Me: I broke the car.

    My sister : Wide-eyed silence

    My husband: Calm, heroic, pushing the paper clip out like a Tesla-surgeon.

    Meanwhile, chaos was building up around me like I’m the centre of a failing ship.

    1. My daughter chanted on repeat, “I need popcorn, I need popcorn”
    2. My sister, half laughing, half exasperated, “I need wifi.. I need paper plate.. Where is the trash bag”
    3. My husband calling from his chair outside, “The radio is not working”

    And me in the middle, taped up, light blazing in my face, paperclip residue all over me.

    A picture of grace.

    My sister and my daughter having Poha and Popcorn with the trunk light ON

    Finally we went feral on the light. Layers of tape, more tape, all the tape. 

    The light gave up. 

    The crowd ( Us and our neighbors, who were following us more than watching the movie) cheered.

    It was pure comedy. Stressful in the moment but comedy gold in hindsight.

    The real winner though? My daughter. She ignored all of us including the light, happily curled up in my sister’s lap, laughing jumping, clapping and enjoying Toy Story like it was the greatest night of her life.

    Honestly, she was right. Kids always know how to focus on the joy. 

    I was too tired to eat much of the giant buttery tub of popcorn but my daughter made up for me. Her giggles were the true soundtrack of the night.

    This was the part 1 of our adventure. I would love for you to read part 2 and be a part of our little adventure.

    Read the second part here.

    If this diary entry spoke to something quiet inside you, you might like what I’ve written here, too.