Tahoe

There is no place in this world that smells of my youth more than Tahoe. The funky macrame lamp, the stone fireplace that my sister and I helped make, the smell of pine forest and the lake! I love to watch my kids be kids there - do the things I did, stare up at the trees, catch their breath from the cold water, slide down the banister. These days there is the added bonus of spending time with grandparents, aunt, uncle and baby cousin and the hot tub! They spent so much time in that hot tub - poor dad could barely keep up with the chlorine.

We all had a blast - throwing rocks in the lake, took Daisy and TIm's boat to Emerald Bay, tram to the top of Squaw Valley, visited Uncle Tim's helicopter (and neighboring fire trucks), oohed and aaahed at baby Charlie, rented bikes, paddle boats, Will and I ran along the stunning Rubicon Trail, and down time around the cabin.