Looking for the perfect day out on the water? Our 20’ Reinell with ski tower is ready for action and fits up to 8 people comfortably. Whether you're in the mood for cruising, tubing, or wakeboarding, this boat comes fully equipped—with a wakeboard and tube included in the rental price. Enjoy your favorite music on a powerful 12-speaker sound system with 2 subwoofers, making every moment on the water even better.
We’re a licensed and insured Allstate-registered boat operation with $1 million in liability coverage, so you can feel confident and safe while out on the water. We also offer life jackets for kids and infants upon request to ensure the whole family is covered.
Renters must be 25 years or older. Your rental includes one full tank of gas so you can start your adventure right away. Delivery and pickup options are available—just let us know where you are, and we’ll provide a quote based on distance.
We look forward to helping you make some great memories on the water.
Lake Tahoe glittered, a vast sapphire cupped in the Sierra Nevada’s embrace. Our rented pontoon, a surprisingly zippy vessel named "The Pinecone," hummed with anticipation as we cast off from the bustling South Lake Tahoe marina. Today wasn't about epic waterskiing or frantic tubing; it was about soaking in the lake's sheer majesty, a leisurely drift across its legendary depths.
We pointed The Pinecone north, leaving behind the lively din of Stateline and its high-rise casinos. The air, crisp and carrying the scent of pine and cool water, felt utterly invigorating. Onboard, a cooler brimming with sandwiches, fruit, and icy lemonade was already being raided. My sister, always the navigator, consulted a battered lake map, tracing our intended route towards Emerald Bay.
The shoreline transformed as we cruised. Gone were the commercial stretches, replaced by granite boulders sculpted by millennia of wind and water, and dense stands of Jeffrey pines and red firs. Occasionally, a grand, timber-framed lodge, tucked away amongst the trees, would peek out, hinting at old Tahoe money and quiet luxury. We spotted an osprey circling high above a secluded cove, its keen eyes scanning for breakfast. Further out, a lone kayaker paddled with an almost meditative rhythm, a tiny speck against the overwhelming blue.
As we neared Emerald Bay, the water shifted, deepening to an almost unbelievable turquoise. Fannette Island, with its whimsical stone tea house, beckoned. We decided against a full landing, opting instead to circle slowly, admiring the miniature marvel from the water. The clarity here was astounding; we could see smooth, rounded stones on the lakebed, dozens of feet below.
Lunch was a relaxed affair, anchored in a small, nameless cove just past Zephyr Cove. The sun, high and brilliant, warmed our faces. We watched a pair of Canada geese paddle by, seemingly unfazed by our presence. The only sounds were the gentle lapping of water against the hull, the occasional distant cry of a gull, and our own contented chatter. We debated the merits of various Tahoe towns, from the laid-back vibe of Tahoma to the upscale allure of Incline Village.
Later, we found ourselves drifting near the mouth of the Upper Truckee River, observing the subtle shift in water color where the fresh mountain melt met the deep lake. The air here held a different perfume, a mix of damp earth and verdant reeds. We didn't seek out specific points of interest for the entire afternoon; sometimes, the best part of being on Tahoe is simply *being* on Tahoe. The vastness, the purity, the sense of ancient calm that permeates the very air.
As the afternoon waned, a gentle breeze picked up, rippling the surface of the lake. We turned The Pinecone south again, heading back towards the familiar sights of South Lake Tahoe. The casinos, once a distant glimmer, grew larger, their mirrored surfaces reflecting the fading light. But the beauty we’d witnessed out on the water, the quiet majesty of the lake, lingered, a far more vivid memory than any neon sign. A day well spent, and a testament to Tahoe’s enduring, quiet power.