It looks flat enough here, but it soon got very steep, hence the walking. Here's the elevation profile for the whole run (I did not fall off a cliff at mile 4; instead, I forgot to turn Gary back on for a while):
At the top of the climb (rather, where I turned off for the snow-free pleasure path) I turned around and snapped this. It was way steeper than it appears, but Lake Tahoe in the background is really this blue:
From this point on, the trail (the upper, less-famous part of the Flume, for anyone local) is blissful single-track running, and is better recapped with photos.
There were a couple of bits of the trail covered in snow . . .
. . . but most of it looked like this:
With a number of these:
(I partially fell into this one, natch)
And lots of views of this:
An anonymous shot of me:
And quite a technical descent, of which I managed to run 98%, and no falls!: