As predicted, heavy overnight snow and fierce wind speeds on the upper levels of the mountain severely restricted skiing and riding opportunities on the first day of spring (sic). On the basis of that forecast we had already resolved to take the day off.
Our first tasks were to reserve our seats on the South Tahoe Express bus to take us to Reno airport on Tuesday for the flight to Vegas, and for Janet to book a deep tissue massage in the Harrah’s spa for later in the afternoon. Breakfast was taken at the Driftwood Cafe, a firm favourite of ours since our first trip twelve years ago. It was well worth the lengthy wait for a table (we clearly weren’t the only people giving the mountain a miss today).
And the snow went on falling.
Digestion was aided by a knee deep trudge through the snow piled high on the side of Highway 50, reaching Ski Run Marina in around three quarters of an hour where we bought some Christmas decorations and handmade soaps in the gift shops, and warmed up with coffee at the Wildman cafe. The beach beside the lake was obscured by around nine inches of snow.
And the snow went on falling.
The yomp back to the village alongside the main road was even more challenging, and arguably as much of a strain on the knees and ankles as skiing would have been. On returning to the hotel Janet retired to her massage, sauna, steam room and jacuzzi appointment whilst I powered up the laptop for the daily blog.
And the snow went on falling.
Out trips to Tahoe always take in a movie at either the Heavenly Cinema or the Horizon Stadiums Cinema. Last year we saw the fabulous Crazy Heart with Jeff Bridges at the latter. We had intended to see Rango this time but plumped for Limitless instead with Bradley Cooper, Abbie Cornish and Robert de Niro. It was enjoyable and entertaining with some great New York city locations, though it is unlikely to figure at the next awards season.
And the snow went on falling.
Dinner was taken at a surprisingly quiet Cabo Wabo Cantina in Harvey’s casino. And, of course, we had to test the gambling theory I posited yesterday – that the penny slots always gave a guaranteed return on your investment. Well, $20 in, $43 out – I rest my case.
Oh yes, and the snow went on falling – tiddley pom.
Tony Quarrington 