After the lake picnic there was some napping (we don't need to specify who), and some hiking:
I swear I tried to get them to pack practical jeans and t-shirts. Sequined cardigans and white skirts at the cabin, gah.
Ro always puts down stick arrows pointing the way home whenever there's a split in the path. Can't even tell you how helpful they are!:
Dusty dude does NOT like to turn around. Ever. When it's time to head for home he digs in all four paws and eight pounds worth and make you really work for it. Even makes skid marks in the dirt:
Dinner was at one of our fave haunts, Lake Tahoe Pizza Co. They make the best crust ever:
On the way out to the parking lot Ro nonchalantly pointed to a discarded cup and said "Mama, QR code..." She's really enjoying this:
Dusty howls like we've been gone for days whenever we return from leaving him in the cabin for an hour or two. TubaDad has to go around back to unlock the cabin and the dog practically has a heart attack while he's waiting those last one or two minutes:
Watching Harry Potter 4 now with the girls, something about a goblet, I think. No tv in the cabin, but we've got it all hooked up on my computer and the girls are happy as clams with the teeny little screen and a bunch of movie snacks we scored at the CVS drugstore before heading home to put the hound out of his misery.