More Tahoe fun
Made use of the ski pass once again and went up to Lake Tahoe on Friday evening after another rather tough week at work. This time there were four of us: me, Jon, Cassie and Sarah. We stayed at the Highland Inn, which had put us up before in an emergency and was incredibly cheap, in spite of having nicely refurbished rooms, kitted out with enormous flat-screen TVs!
We had a very sunny couple of days. On Saturday we took advantage of the fact that we were mere walking distance from the gondola and headed off up from the motel, doing lots of skiing on the Nevada side, which has some nice long runs. I was a bit slower than everyone else, so I had to push myself a bit to keep up. On the whole, this worked well, but I did take a tumble in the afternoon, which left me with a sore left ankle. A nice après-ski beer at the bottom of the gondola largely sorted it out, though.
That evening we thought we might go and sample the buffet at one of the casinos, but having arrived there (on the 18th floor!), we found there was an hour-long wait. So, we headed to a brew-pub instead – also very busy – and had dinner there. We were pretty tired from the day, and knew we’d lose an hour in the night (the clocks have gone forward), so we went back to the motel afterwards.
This morning, we drove to California Lodge and went up on a different lift. Did some nice skiing in the morning, then headed back down. Jon had brought his laptop with him and had some work to do (poor thing). The girls wanted to have a lesson, so I thought I would have one too, taking advantage of the hefty discount you get with a season lift pass. I got put with Sarah (just the two of us) and an Aussie ski instructor. It was really worth doing, as I haven’t had a lesson in a long time, and knew I’d slipped into a few bad habits. He did a lot of work with us on turns (specifically carving) and took us down our first few black runs! I’d never dared to do anything harder than blue, but the ones we did were fine and I wasn’t scared at all. When we’d finished, Sarah had had enough, so she went down the lift with the ski instructor, but I skied all the way down to the bottom, albeit on some rather slushy snow (it had been a very warm weekend).
We drove back through some lovely mountainous scenery, which we could see for once because of the hour change, stopping for dinner in Fairfield. It was a brilliant weekend – gorgeously sunny (to the extent that I’ve actually got a red neck, as I only applied sunscreen to my face!) and great fun.
We had a very sunny couple of days. On Saturday we took advantage of the fact that we were mere walking distance from the gondola and headed off up from the motel, doing lots of skiing on the Nevada side, which has some nice long runs. I was a bit slower than everyone else, so I had to push myself a bit to keep up. On the whole, this worked well, but I did take a tumble in the afternoon, which left me with a sore left ankle. A nice après-ski beer at the bottom of the gondola largely sorted it out, though.
That evening we thought we might go and sample the buffet at one of the casinos, but having arrived there (on the 18th floor!), we found there was an hour-long wait. So, we headed to a brew-pub instead – also very busy – and had dinner there. We were pretty tired from the day, and knew we’d lose an hour in the night (the clocks have gone forward), so we went back to the motel afterwards.
This morning, we drove to California Lodge and went up on a different lift. Did some nice skiing in the morning, then headed back down. Jon had brought his laptop with him and had some work to do (poor thing). The girls wanted to have a lesson, so I thought I would have one too, taking advantage of the hefty discount you get with a season lift pass. I got put with Sarah (just the two of us) and an Aussie ski instructor. It was really worth doing, as I haven’t had a lesson in a long time, and knew I’d slipped into a few bad habits. He did a lot of work with us on turns (specifically carving) and took us down our first few black runs! I’d never dared to do anything harder than blue, but the ones we did were fine and I wasn’t scared at all. When we’d finished, Sarah had had enough, so she went down the lift with the ski instructor, but I skied all the way down to the bottom, albeit on some rather slushy snow (it had been a very warm weekend).
We drove back through some lovely mountainous scenery, which we could see for once because of the hour change, stopping for dinner in Fairfield. It was a brilliant weekend – gorgeously sunny (to the extent that I’ve actually got a red neck, as I only applied sunscreen to my face!) and great fun.
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