M and I arrived home last night. We had to go up and down the stairs to empty the car. Going down outside, it looked like a reenactment of Zombies Attack. Teeter-tottering with arms out due to sore calves and in my case a sore hip.
Scenes from the weekend:
Driving by lush green rolling hills, cattle grazing... One cattle standing on the top most ridge, silhouetted against the setting sun. "I'm on top of the world!!!"
Beautiful Lake Tahoe and the snowy mountains surrounding it, at sunset. So spectacular it doesn't seem real.
The same surreal postcard feeling with the watercolor sunset on the way back with the Golden Gate bridge far in the distance.
Delicious splurge dinner at a small log cabin in the fireplace room, complete with great glass of 2008 Raymond Chardonnay Monterrey. [Soule Domain] It was actually almost a date!
Getting into the skiing groove for at least 1/4 of one run.
Taking full advantage of the singles line on the second day, when M did not join me.
Yay! But ouch.