|Our dock on lake Tahoe|
In all my 25 years of living in California, I had never really been to Tahoe before. Sure, I'd gone up for a day-trip to a ski resort, and visited briefly for my mom's wedding, but on those trips I had not actually seen Lake Tahoe, nor had I gotten a good feel for what Tahoe was like. That all changed after this mini-break. The plan was for us to stay at a lake house being rented by Jaime's step-dad, Bob. We all pictured a rustic dwelling and planned accordingly. I brought pillows and even a roll of eco-friendly toilet paper. As we got closer to the property, it began to look as if the house wouldn't be as rustic as we had assumed. We pulled into the driveway of a modest, wooden dwelling in front of which Bob was waiting for us. It was dark, so I couldn't see much of the house, but it looked serviceable enough. And I could rough it for a few days, no big deal.
It turned out that the dwelling I was looking at was actually just the garage. As we walked into the house, it quickly became apparent that the eco-friendly toilet paper I brought would not be needed. Simply put, the house was HUGE. The kitchen itself was as big as my entire living room and the back wall was made up entirely of windows overlooking the lake. The main living room was dominated by a stone fireplace two-stories high and it was off of this room that my bedroom was located. I got my own private room, complete with a sitting area and bathroom. James got her own room with bathroom and deck overlooking the lake, and Mel and Am shared a room downstairs which had their own private living room, bathroom and pool table. We all looked around the place in slack-jawed amazement. Once Bob left us alone, Jaime and I squealed like little girls, jumping up and down in excitement over our rooms. Mel and Am kept saying how this was insane, and the four of us decided that we could easily just spend our entire break holed up in the house.
|The view of our house from the dock|
|James, Mel, Am and I with our bikes|
The next day, Friday, was our last day in Tahoe. After a morning breakfast, enjoying the view of our dock and the blue waters beyond, we packed up and headed into town to see "Eat, Pray, Love" (which I didn't really like, BTW. Despite her year-long search for enlightenment, it seemed to me that Liz learned NOTHING and was was as self-absorbed in the end as she was at the beginning of the story. I didn't read the book though, so maybe I missed something). The movie was followed by an excellent dinner - we had nothing but great food in Tahoe - and the long drive home. Even though I wasn't looking forward to this trip so close on the heels of our Tucson vacation, I'm glad I went. It was a great time out with the girls and gave us all the chance to relax and explore without the normal distractions of a vacation with the kids. I definitely plan to go back, next time with Jeff and the kids, to share some of the adventures I had with the girls. I suppose our lodging will be a bit more rustic the next time around though. :)
|Me, James and Mel on our deck|