This past Friday I had the chance to crew for a complete stranger on a cross Tahoe swim.
As I drove up to Truckee, I kept thinking back to when I swam Tahoe with the infamous Dave Kenyon as my pilot in a little rib, starting at 6AM for the width and a 1AM start for the Dollar Point to Reagan's Beach. I remember my dad being so proud, me being so scared and at the finish I looked like a wet rag, worn out and all wrinkled. Arriving at Tahoe Keys at 2AM, the stars just blazing in the night sky was wonderful!
But what really struck me , again, was the fact that my dad was about the age I am now, about 50 (plus). And how quickly time goes by. Those were good times, I was young ,oh so young and had no idea what I was doing ( not much has changed!) and he was young, his family just beginning to grow up and out of the house and his practice making a living for him and my mom.
I think he would be glad to see me going back to the beginning, seeing it from a different perspective and hopefully helping others along the way.
Tahoe is a beautiful lake and will forever hold a soft spot in my heart and memories.
I am glad that there are more and more people taking it on as a challenge and glad to see that there are people like Tom Linthicum taking on the challenge of piloting and helping to organize crossings.