Lake Tahoe is in limbo. Between California and Nevada. Between summer season and winter. Between a tough 2021, during which the Caldor fireplace blackened greater than 220,000 close by acres, and a COVID-shadowed 2022 that’s anybody’s guess. Within the coming days and weeks, storms will seemingly deliver sufficient precipitation to begin the ski season in earnest, bringing skiers, boarders and vacationer {dollars} in giant portions whereas blanketing the slopes (and scorched earth) with snow. However I couldn’t watch for that. I headed north in November, when the panorama was stuffed with aspen leaves, spawning salmon, empty seashores, early snow flurries and rain puddles — transition all over the place. I…