
A cobalt lake, ringed in ski resorts. Sun on the snow.
Lake Tahoe is a cobalt-blue sea at 6,000 feet, ringed by more ski resorts than anywhere in America and bathed in Sierra sunshine. Olympic slopes above, water you can see straight through below, and a glittering scene in between — winter sport with a tan.

Sun-soaked Sierra snow on Olympic-grade terrain, the bluest lake in America filling the horizon below every run. Bluebird days are the rule here, not the exception.

A classic wooden boat, water you can see straight through, and a pine-rimmed beach. Tahoe trades snow for shimmer.

A lakeside terrace, a drink, and the Sierra going gold across the water. The après that doesn’t need snow.

A long table in a pine-and-glass lake house, the whole group, and the water dark outside the windows.

Olympic terrain above and a swimmable lake below, sun on every run and a lake house to come home to — Tahoe is winter without the gloom. We hold the keys to the lakefront estates, the private boats, the tables on the water. Bring your group. Once it’s set, you travel free.
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