The year I was married, my new bride and I left the east coast US for Lake Tahoe, where we had decided to spend a year getting to know each other. Law school was looming in the distance, as I had defered my acceptance to Rutgers here in New Jersey for a year so I could get married. Once there, I worked at Kirkwood, a local ski resort on the backside of Carson pass and my wife worked in Harrahs in South Lake Tahoe. We lived up at 7,200' asl in an area known as Christmas Valley. It is one of the most beautiful places I have ever seen. The majesty of waking up each morning and gazing at the snow capped peaks up around 11,000' or 12,000' is hard to describe. Suffice it to say that, leaving there was one of the most difficult decisions I have made in my life. The higher elevations of the South Lake are are strikingly beautiful and the landscapes on the other side of Echo Summit, the pass above our home on Pioneer Trail, are other worldly. On Monday, the Caldor fire burned its way up the back side of the Sierras and through Echo Summit. I understand that it has started burning its way down Route 50 into South Lake, very likely engulfing the little A-Frame that held so many wonderful memories for me and my wife, the year we starved in paradise and had the time of our lives. We speak often of those times and always intended to return to get a glimpse of our newelywed home in the mountains. It may now be too late. Christmas Valley stands poised to suffer the same fate that Paradise, CA suffered a few years ago, essentially burning to the ground. If so, we stand to lose a true jewel, which is the only way to describe this mountain top community. Fire at Echo Summit on Monday.