First Trip to Tahoe: I Shouldn't Be Alive

So our first trip to Tahoe was a nightmare for Heather and Hunter. We went up in between the worst two worst storms in years, I mean we are talking Minnesota conditions, and we were not at all prepared.

We watch this show on TV called "I Shouldn't be Alive" and it is always a tale of people who survived harrowing events, like you know, hiking. I mean they all start off the same about a guy and his buddy, say, who set off on a lazy little hike through the Grand Canyon, in flip-flops with only a half filled canteen between them. Shockingly they get lost. And they suffer from severe dehydration and hallucinations. Hours later, when they are crocodile-skinned from the 110 degree heat, and talking to cactus plants about the best place to get a drink around here, they are found sucking sand by a group of Girl Scouts who rescued them by happening six feet off the trail, wondering just how long these nomads have been wandering the Colorado River banks...

Anyway, I thought we were going to be the next subjects of that show. A scant 15 degrees outside, wind chill of like minus 400, the pass was closed, not enough heat for us or the baby, Heather was sick, the bed was lumpy, Hunter would not sleep on the porta-bed, we couldn't give him a blanket, (what do you want, he's like 3 months old at the time?), we only had snack foods, and worst, there were no sports on. And it was cold. The Donner party was better prepared.

To be truthful, it was cold and stormy and uncomfortable. And we left after like 20 hours, but it was the right choice. Grandma Cindy was wonderful in trying to set up the house to be accommodating for the next time. And the next time we went up, Hunter had a much better time. We walked him around South Lake Tahoe, in the Heavenly Village, where he caught snow flakes on his tongue. Most importantly, he got to wear his puffy suit and sit briefly in the snow, with Heather nervously standing beside, as a good mom should.

Heather and I were also able to go snowshoeing because my mom was able to watch little 2.0. We were grateful. On our way out, we stopped at the Adidas Outlet, and styled the whole family in new shoes! (I am glad I talked Heather into liking Adidas clothes! ;)

Thanks again, to the Pattersons for the birthday gifts!