We’re finally back from our annual "same shit, different place” adventure in South Lake Tahoe.
As always, Tahoe was beautiful...gorgeous blue skies, crystal clear water and crisp clean mountain air.
I'm telling you, there is nothing like being up in the mountains that clears my head and makes me feel like everything is going to be okay.
I was feeling so good that one night I told Tim, "Feel free to go see a movie with my brother and my dad and I'll take the kids to the beach".
See what I mean. It's Tahoe...it makes me a nicer person.
However, traveling with various family members had its downside. But I want to keep this post light and fun...I'll save the family drama for another post.
Day 1...we went to Virginia City, where the kids anxiously waited to ride the diesel train. We had to stop at the candy store first because there is no fun to be had when you're not flying higher than a kite after devouring pure sugar.
Yeah, people stared at me and my kids. Ask me if I care.
My stepdad took this next picture of Bella and me on the train. Not sure what's going on with all the boobage but now I can see why Tim likes when I wear this tank-top.
Awww, aren't all the kids adorable, as they calmly stare at the beautiful countryside?
I don't recall anyone on the train actually commenting about how adorable they were...rather I think they were just thrilled that the sugar high wore off and that the kids were still for a short period of time.
The cowboy in the next picture was walking around town, announcing that there would be a gun fight at 3:00 sharp. Garrett asked him, "Are you Woody?" and the cowboy replied, "Am I WHO?"
Garrett screamed, "Woody! Are you Woody?" Finally, the cowboy got it and he answered, "Oh, from Toy Story? No, but I know Woody!"
That answer was sufficient enough to make the cowboy cool enough in Garrett's book. He asked me to take a picture of him with Woody's BFF.
This dude below is the smoking baby. And, yes, the baby does smoke...for real. We named him Eugene.
You may recall we bought Bella a smoking baby last year but unfortunately its head got knocked of its body and we had to lay it to rest. All year long, Bella's been talking about going back to Virginia City and buying another one.
Imagine her delight when we managed to find the very last smoking baby in all of Virginia City.
Eugene was itching for a smoke so we broke him out of the box and my stepdad lit a cigarette for him. While Eugene smoked, we read the warning on the box..."Remove and extinguish cigarette before it reaches baby's mouth. You don't want to burn his lips!"
Yeah...you don't want the baby to burn his lips but it's okay to let him smoke. Just so we're clear.
My kids are such weaklings. They really need to start eating more spinach.
Day 2...we went to Cave Rock Beach and caught crawdads. It was serious fun.
Unfortunately, I didn't get any pictures. The kids kept me pretty occupied...what with grabbing crawdads with their bare hands and tripping over the slippery rocks.
We caught 25 crawdads overall...and we ate those suckers after boiling them and sauteeing them in garlic butter. Yum.
From there, we hit the Trout Farm. This place is like a hooker at the Bunny Ranch...a sure thing. Within 5 minutes of throwing your line in the water, you'll have a bite.
The trout farm requires you to hit the fish over the head with a steel pipe, upon catching it, supposedly to prevent it from dying a slow painful death.
I guess a quick painful death is more humane.
The kids fought over who would get to hit the fish on the head. My stepdad had to keep yelling over them, "Enough already! Each of you will get a turn!"
Then I heard Tim say, "Geez, Bella, calm down...". I looked up in time to capture this picture...
I said to Tim, "I'm gonna have a hard time erasing this image from my mind." He agreed.
Day 3...spent the day at Sand Harbor Beach, which is the most beautiful beach in Tahoe, in my opinion.
Look at how clear the water is...how peaceful it seems. You can be up to your shoulders in the water and still see your feet at the bottom.
You know the saying "heaven on earth"? Well, this is my heaven on earth right here...
And we caught more crawdads. It's an addiction...just sayin'.
Day 4...spent the morning at Glen Alpine Falls at Fallen Leaf Lake. You want to see the beauty of nature? Visit this gorgeous waterfall.
Yeah, that's Tim...wandering around the other side of the waterfall. I think he was trying to escape my clutches but soon realized there was no way out. Poor guy.
From there, we went over to the Stream Profile at Camp Richardson. Kinda boring, after having been at the waterfall...but it was still relaxing and the kids found some cool rocks to bring home.
Day 5...after having dinner with my brother, my dad and his wife, and my sister and her kids, Tim went to the movies while I took the kids over to Lakeside Beach and let them burn off some energy.
A mama duck and her babies kept approaching us, looking for food...so the kids were kind enough to share their snacks with them.
Day 6...our last day in paradise. We spent a few hours on the beach at Camp Richardson.
Bella happily and willingly buried Cole in the sand...I had to convince her that it was not a good idea to bury his head.
She asked, "Why can't I bury his head?"
I replied, "Uh, because he won't be able to breathe. Isn't that a good enough reason?"
She answered, "No, not really."
I warned Cole that he should probably start sleeping at night with one eye open.
Look at my sweet babies playing so nicely together in the water....and the naive, innocent duck heading their way.
Don't worry...the duck came to his senses when he realized the boys had no food to share and that if he got any closer, he would more than likely become a meal himself.
After the beach, we headed back home...to the valley in the middle of nowhere, where it's hotter than hell.
I'm already counting down the days until next summer's adventure...
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