A Tahoe Trip

Several weeks ago Alan and I went on another trip up to Lake Tahoe to go skiing. Alan had felt under the weather a few days before we left, so of course I knew I would come down with another cold. The viruses must mutate when they make the jump from Alan to me because I always get it way worse than he does. We made the drive up on a Friday night with Marti in tow. I always love it when we can bring the little Grizby with us on trips.

After a night's rest, I woke up on Saturday not wanting to get out of bed, much less get up to go skiing. But I'll be damned if a little virus keeps me off the slopes! We decided to do a half-day of skiing instead of a full day, and Alan didn't do much complaining about staying in bed.

Mind over matter


The view from the mountain is quite "Heavenly," more so than you can tell from this picture. The day was cold and snowy; a storm was a-rolling in. If you look closely, you can see the casinos on the right, butting right up to the California line. Nevada takes advantage of every bit of square footage up to the state line.



Skiing uphill, it appears.



Alan, skiing through the Black forest. I did well my first time down and was at least able to capture Alan's photo. My second time down, I fell end over end and wanted to give up.



Marti enjoying the snow. "I thought we left this stuff in Kansas."



We had a great weekend and woke up to 3 feet of snow the next morning for our drive home. After we got help from an experienced chain connoisseur (a tiny old lady) we were on our way.


Thirty minutes in, not yet a mile down the road, and having already suffered road rage of which we are ashamed to this day, we pulled in to get lunch, thankfully, because little did we know that it would be five hours until our next food option. It took us 3 hours to make it 8 miles, at which point they closed down the highway completely for avalanche control. We sat at a stop for another couple of hours, entertaining ourselves and Marti as best as we could. We eventually starting counting, trying to get to 1,000. By the time we made it to 900 we were on the move again. All told, it took us 9 hours to make what is usually a 4.5-hour drive. Our chains were fierce though, and our Saturn made it through the 30 miles of snow like a champ.