What a great weekend!
Took a few hours to get to Truckee, we had some delays over the summit with all the snow on the road. Once in Truckee, we stopped at Bar Of America and had lunch and drinks by the window.
Then we spent the rest of the day and night at the cabin.
It snowed the entire time. The city came by and plowed the roads three times. Each time I got my boots on and shoveled the driveway. The next morning some jackass plowed the driveway. So I didn’t have to shovel all that snow after all.
BBQ’ed steaks and hotlinks. Drank many warm drinks by the fireplace. Lounged around in PJ’s and watched the snow fall. It was quiet. It was sooooooo quiet.
Yum amused herself. She’s so happy when we’re in the mountains. Good ol’ Yum.
We slept like rocks. The cabin has that affect on you.
Monday we started home, and quickly remembered that it was a holiday weekend. It took us five hours to get from Truckee to Sacramento. There’s always some dumbass in a car that takes his chains off early and slides all over the road. I witnessed at least two accidents happen right in front of me.
Last night, at home back in my own bed, I closed my eyes and imagined I was still in Truckee.
Yeah, about that snowplow, Walt now has someone plow the driveway, jackass!
I knew someone was *supposed* to plow the driveway, but I didn’t want to take the chance that he wouldn’t show up. It was snowing soooooo hard, the snow would have been piled over my head at the driveway entrance. I needed the excercise anyway, it felt great.