Love, Dancing, and Tahoe

For the past few months, we have been planning a trip to Lake Tahoe for skiing. All the footwork was done, and we were packed and ready to go. Then we find out there was going to be a massive snowstorm in the Reno area all weekend. No, worries. How bad could it be...right? I have only skiied once. I used to snowboard but had a pretty bad fall that made me give it up. So this was going to be my second skiing experience.

This trip was similar to college trip - 10 person condo with 13 people in it, only two bathrooms, only two bedrooms, beer can pyramids, beerpong, a hot tub, and a ridiculous high guy to girl ratio (which can be gross for the girls). But it all worked out - there was fresh snow, and everyone was ready to enjoy the weekend.

I managed to survive with all my bones intact, but there were times I thought I wouldn't make it. We were at Heavenly, and Chris swore there was this blue trail that was really a green. Naively, I followed him. At first, I thought he was right. There were a lot of flat spots (which were painful for my weak little arms since I had to push myself across flat snow), and we were even able to take a nice picture. So here I am thinking "Wow, I must be better than I thought since this blue is so easy." Then, I turned a corner and saw this super steep hill. There is only one way down the mountain at this point, and this is it. While I could have done the trail walk of shame and walk down to the bottom, I felt I had to at least try it. The little yellow dot on the ground in the picture is me. When we finally made it to the bottom, and I was ready to go.

Since the snowstorm was delayed until Monday, we decided to try this Pints and Paddles event on a riverboat on Lake Tahoe. The idea was pretty neat. The boat took you around the lake. It had a jazz band, free beer, and a Bavarian dinner buffet. It was great.

Lee and Lindsey were engaged on the trip, Kenny and Damon discovered a new bromance - there was so much love in the air. We also were able to catch a strange 80s and 90s cover band at Harrah's Cabo Wabo, and I saw Chris pull out some 80s dance moves that made me cry I was laughing so hard. As a matter of fact, there are several guys that I can blackmail with embarrasing pictures of their dancing...

By Monday, we were all exhausted and ready to go home. Our car (Chris, Damon, John, and myself) was the last one to leave Tahoe. As luck would have it, the snowstorm hit at the same time. In an effort to find the silver lining, I will say these guys can probably put snow chains on with their eyes closed (yes, Chris is "supervising"). Eventually it was so bad that the road signs were barely above the snow (that is a rest stop sign). We did make the 9-hour trip home in 12, but I am just glad we made it. We finally were able to see Tahoe. It was beautiful and made us miss winter.

If you were on the trip, here's a memory for you : "No, it's not funny! Coyotes eat babies!"