Well, I’ve soaked and floated. I’ve walked and hiked. I’ve gazed at the blue majesty that is Lake Tahoe from every angle. I’ve gone up a mountainside in a gondola, and gone higher still on a chair lift. I’ve eaten many different variations of garlic french fries.
And so it is now time to return home.
Today will be spent traveling, from Squaw Creek to Reno. From Reno to Minneapolis. From Minneapolis to Philadelphia. Somewhere along the way we’ll pick up three hours as we make our way east but it won’t be nearly enough. Touchdown will be late tonight, and if the gods of baggage handling and gate assignments are kind, I might just make it back to my house before midnight.
I am very much looking forward to seeing my dog again. Sleeping in my own bed will be a welcome treat too.
Tags: Traveling
