View of A Mountain At Lake Tahoe Lake Tahoe is once again 3,000 miles behind me and the surreal fairytale has ended, at least, for now.

That is a trip I hope to make many times in the future, hopefully with an aptitude for skiing.

Despite the fact that we were probably the only people in Lake Tahoe who weren’t skiing — or from the UK — we still had a boatload of fun.

My sister and I learned how “too tall” sounds with a lovely English accent. People, if you’re going to talk about someone while she’s directly in front of you, make sure she’s out of earshot.

Aside from that, the people are divine and they reminded me why I loved Nevada so much in the first place.

Everyone we encountered was helpful and a girl could smile and say hello to a member of the opposite sex (and in some rare cases, the same sex) without him thinking that she’s fallen madly in love with him and wants to be the mother of his future children.

Slight tangent, I also noticed that most of the guys there are hotties — tall hotties. Whatever they have in the water, they need to ship some down to Florida – seriously.

Of course, it could very well be the ski boots and the fact that they were skiers because the moment we ended up in Reno, all the hotness seemed to dry up.

But, I digress. Many memorable conversations were shared between my sisters and I.

While in the bathroom washing my face, I heard from behind me, “Whoa! DAMN!

I immediately stopped and turned around, thinking the hotel was on fire or an avalanche had just started, then asked my sister what was wrong.

“No, you’ll get mad at me.”
“I promise I won’t. Tell me, ” I coaxed.
“Well, you’ve got some junk in your trunk.”

Thank you lovely sister. A million times, thank you. (In case you missed it, I was being sarcastic). I believe that was payback for calling her a “starving Ethiopian child” and constantly asking is she wants some food.

I will spare you the gratuitous ass shot I forced her to take so I could see for myself just how much “junk” was in my trunk.

Many nights were spent laughing, exploring, and going for the jugular. Helpful hint: never put three woman who are related to one another in close quarters for more than a day. Things will get ugly.

But enough of that, let’s talk about how the planets aligned just precisely for me to reconnect with Kim (she doesn’t like to be called Kimmy, and I swear, one of these days I will stop calling her that), someone I hadn’t seen in nearly 14 years.

Whenever I think back on this trip, I will forever remember the power of Google and the uniqueness of my name.

We were able to explore the old neighborhoods where we grew up and visit all of the old schools. I wish I could have stayed longer and taken it all in a little more. But, time stands still for no man (or woman).

Still, it was pretty nice to reclaim some memories before they were lost to the darkness forever. I can’t believe how much has changed, yet remains so familiar to me. Moving along before I get too melancholic.

The Gondola Going Up The Mountain Let’s get back to what I was able to talk Kim into doing. The Gondola. It’s that thing that takes you up the side of the mountain (which I later discovered was some 9,000 feet up).

Kim was surprisingly more calm than I was — I only screamed twice during the ride. However, the real terror didn’t come until we stepped off the Gondola and looked down.

I believed we were stepping onto solid ground, instead we were stepping onto a very large grate — with holes — and through those holes, you could see at least 200 feet straight down.

I froze. Kim and my nephew had to compose themselves enough to lead me to the nearest location with solid flooring.

It happened to be a gift shop where I was able to purchase a bracelet that reads “I survived the Gondola at Heavenly Lake Tahoe.”

Damn skippy I survived, despite the Gondola attendants screaming “look down! look down!” and laughing their asses off. Very glad I could give them a good chuckle.

I figure the next few times I go up, it will get easier. I hope.

Teli and Kimmy - Old Western Photo Then, I was able to talk Kim into taking some photos while wearing what some might call an old school hoochie outfit. That was tons of fun, and the pictures came out pretty nice too. Plus we have something to store away in the memory bank.

I so can’t wait for summer. That’s when I try really hard to rearrange my schedule and get back out there to do some more catching up with Kim and the family.

If you’d like to see more pictures, they’re online.