It’s chilly out, but an otherwise perfect morning for flying as Clayton Linnemann pushes his cherry-red-and-white SeaRey Elite seaplane from its hangar. Working under the purple sky of dawn, the Truckee-based private pilot circles the amphibious aircraft with a laminated checklist in hand, studiously examining...
Larry Prosor isn’t one to glamorize the past or vilify the future, tempting as it may be for someone who built a career on the cresting wave of extreme sports photography in what was arguably the golden era of Tahoe, only to watch it flounder...
Some homes are like championship fairways, in that the details come into full relief only after some time and firsthand experience of the rooms. Citing the game of golf is an apt metaphor for this new Martis Camp home, since it is sited beside two...
Of all the talented and influential women skiers from the Reno-Tahoe area, Dodie Post Gann and Marcelle “Marce” Barkley Herz share space on the short list of all-time greats....
Tallac, KT, Maggies and Rose. When snowflakes start flying, the names of Tahoe’s mountains start ringing out in conversations everywhere from the lift line to the grocery store. Skiers and snowboarders rattle off names of local peaks as if they are best friends, trading stories about...
We’re socked in, stuck in a cloud, with visibility only a few feet at best. It’s snowing, and we’re lined up for a long tour. Rocks give us a slight sense of depth, but it’s too hard to see cracks and subtle undulations in the...
For years I’ve nurtured a wild, almost impossible, dream: to snowboard down Fannette Island, that solitary speck of rugged land rising from Emerald Bay. The catch? Snow rarely lingers long enough on the island to make such an endeavor possible, creating a window of opportunity...
Launched at Harveys Lake Tahoe Hotel & Casino in Stateline this past spring with the glitz and fanfare befitting one of the original Real Housewives of Beverly Hills, Wolf by Vanderpump is reality TV star Lisa Vanderpump’s 37th restaurant....
Cam Zink waits at the edge of the cliff, bike ready, helmet strapped. Storm clouds gather along the horizon, nearly eye-level from the top of the fin 1,500 feet above the desert floor. Spectators dot the landscape below. Three years prior, in this same godforsaken patch...
“You can’t ride up that,” said a burly bearded man sitting behind the wheel of a Jeep Wrangler with tires tall as my chest, pointing at a seemingly vertical granite rock slab. I smiled, aimed the front tire of my mountain bike at the slab...