Our drive to Tahoe took a record 3.5 hours during which the children slept blissfully. We had watched the weather forecasts like hawks, hoping that the predictions for clear skies would hold true. M’s little Honda is sexy and fun, but it would be no match for icy snowy roads. We were in luck and the roads were both clear of holiday travelers and snow.
Between the hours I’ve been working and Little L’s run-in with Hand Foot & Mouth I was beyond fried by the time we packed up the car and headed to the mountains. I desperately needed up unplug and recharge. Long before we had started to gain altitude I was sleeping just as hard as the girls.
It was a perfect weekend, lots of quality family time, plenty of relaxing downtime.
We had a very class and low key Country Club dinner. No leftovers, but no cooking, which is, all in all a pretty decent trade off.
And even though it did eventually snow, we didn’t let that dampen our fun. Instead we got bundled up nice and warm…
… and we trudged out to enjoy some of the snow.
And then someone took her gloves off and discovered that snow isn’t just soft, white, and fluffy. It’s also very, very cold.