The crowds are gone, the beaches are empty, the bike trail is easy to navigate, and the school buses are running.   Fall in Tahoe is my favorite season.  The mornings are crisp (sometimes with icy windshields) and the afternoons and evenings are warm.  I had a class in Reno yesterday and drove home through Hope Valley (hwy 88) and the trees are changing colors- This is our version of the Northeast color change.  If you get the chance to go take a walk along the Carson River and listen to the silence- its addictive.  Its time to find the fall decorations for the front of our house (and I guess I better start the snow-blower).  Happy Fall…..