Since packing up and moving to California eighteen months ago, we’ve often been asked whether we’d ever made it up to Tahoe, which, by the way, is the mispronunciation of da ow a ga, the Native American Washoe words for edge of the lake. Thanks to visiting family, as of last Wednesday, we can finally answer this question with a resounding, Yes! 

The end of my sister’s three-week California blowout vacation ended up being the deciding factor – actually, it was my brother-in-law’s and two niece’s constant nagging  polite suggestion that drove encouraged us to finally saddle the horses and go. Otherwise, we’d have to wait until next year’s summer visit. No time like the present, right?

Right, but unfortunately, Mr. Man (our children’s loving nickname for their Dad) woke up with a sore throat. Trooper that he is though, we set off in our uncovered wagon as planned…

With my sister and her family in tow…

The drive was thankfully uneventful and four hours later, we had arrived…

TAHOE-EDGE OF THE LAKE-CITY

After an afternoon of swimming (not me), naps (me and Mr. Man, under the influence of cough and cold meds), dinner, and gathering around the fire to warm our chill toes…

We saw one stunning meteor from the Perseid Meteor Shower. I didn’t catch it on film, or rather, phone, but it was right about where I planted that spot of light. There on the left…

After a tumultuous night that went something like this:

Mr. Man, in former Eagle Scout fashion, pulled it together and went hiking with us…

Every switch-back showed us a different view…

The last, at the top, was absolutely AWE-some

Okay…here it comes…wait, wait…

TA! DA!

If only someone hadn’t backed into us in Truckee causing a deceptive fender-bender, maybe Mr. Man would be feeling better by now.

How about you? Any awesome road trips lately?