Last weekend, me and the mister took a road trip up north to Lake Tahoe, CA/NV.
We took a nice and chilly walk along the shore, saw a beaver or otter, and feel in love with a dog that refused to be stopped by shivering temperatures.
The weather was gorgeous, and though we had nothing solid planned for our stay we ended up finding a party everywhere we went. Our hotel was Basecamp, and I couldn’t recommend it more. Great service, cute rooms, stellar amenities and a location that is crawl distance from casinos, bars and sushi – what more could you need? Seriously!? Don’t be selfish – that’s a lot of shit to do.
Fuck, this lake is gross, right!? Honestly, I could have sat here all day…
We found a pub and before shooting a game of pool we noticed that a film festival was happening the next day. Yes fucking please. We got last minute tickets and it ended up being AMAZING. So much so that I want this to become a new annual tradition if at all possible. Very well done short films all covering action sports and the insane folks pushing it to the limits of sanity.
Look up this festival and try to go next year. Totally worth it!
After a game of marriage chicken*, which I lost, a delicious breakfast and numerous coffees we headed back down south. The trip home through various national parks reminded me how important it is to get out into the wild every so often. It’s undeniable recharge for your mind and soul. I know, so deep. Stop being such a dick though and go climb a tree. You’ll see what I mean. Or you’ll break your arm.
Best Egg Florentine to date.
In-room amenities. So pretty much anything you need.
This was in the room, which was odd considering the post I made just before leaving town. See post below.
*It turns out there are a ton of chapels in Lake Tahoe. So, if you’re going with your significant other beware an impromptu game of marriage chicken. Don’t tell anyone, but I’m kind of sad that I lost.
For The Wynne 