Lake Tahoe April 2005
My dad and some business fellows were on their annual ski trip and this year that meant Tahoe. How convenient for me to hitch a free ride on this one, just a four-hour drive from San Francisco. My lovely little sister Meghan even flew in from DC to step up to the expense account trough. We had the good fortune to stay in a 1940’s A-frame house on the ski slope at the base of Squaw Valley. Austere but functional, fit for a man’s man’s ski trip, and still owned by the guy who established the whole resort. (more…)
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