I know, I know, I can’t quite believe we snuck back to Tahoe either

At 10pm Friday night, TubaDad and I suddenly decided to pull the trigger on a last-minute short trip to Tahoe. Our weekend calendars were remarkably free (never happens), plus the girls and I were dying to show TubaDad all of our fave new lake haunts. So we packed maniacally for the next hour or so, then got on the road bright and early Saturday morning. Wheeeee!

We had a little mountain thunder and lightning once we got there, so we chilled in the car, looked at the purdy lake view, and watched a movie. And we still got in some good water time at Regan Beach in between raindrops.

We ate dinner at The Beacon (my little bro had his rehearsal dinner there years ago -- love that place) then danced on the beach to a local band’s 80s songs like “867-5309”**. Ree would now like to have a band with dinner every night:

I had to laugh when some burly boat-rental guys saw the girls’ new jeweled flip flops and said “Wow, those are the prettiest flip flops we’ve ever seen.” Heh. They are cute. I had to buy Ree a pair because I accidentally packed two left shoes for her. Oops. Ran into a Tahoe drugstore, grabbed them, and ran out. But Ro took one look at Ree’s new bejeweled fancies and said “Uh, mama, you KNOW I’m going to need some of those too.” So it was back into the drugstore for pair number two.

Ro has a thing for hoods, by the way. She says “I always wear my hood so I can fly.” And any piece of clothing with a hood gets high marks in her book, including those she makes herself, like the towel toga above. Anyhow, the hoods saw a lot of use, especially on hikes. Sunday started with a morning hike through the woods by the cabin:

Then we moved the party to a beach for a little lunch picnic. Has anyone tried fried peas? They’re our new addiction:

Ro’s depth-checker stick cracked me up.

 

The girls were dying to rent a boat, so we cruised up to Fallen Leaf Lake and they sweet-talked TubaDad into renting a teeny little motor boat:

Then we plastered on copious amounts of mosquito repellant, watched the sunset, and danced on the beach.

  

The end. :-)

**PS: Come on, spill it – what’s your fave 80s song? I have seriously fond memories of Joan Jett’s stuff. Did anyone else regularly belt out “I Love Rock ‘n Roll” at the top of your teenage lungs?