Home And Sprung
We’ve returned from the West Coast safe and sound, and what a wonderful trip it was.
We had a splendid time at Sorenson’s Resort, just south of South Lake Tahoe and right up the road from Kirkwood, with lots of family. We spent a great day snowboarding, a couple more doing some cross country skiing in fresh snow, played lots of Scrabble, ate a bunch, and enjoyed several early happy hours. We even spent some quality time in a hot tub, listening to a fork of the Carson River below, while the snow fell in big fat flakes all around us. Glorious 8000 foot fat dry snowflakes.
We headed back to the coast and relaxed for the rest of last week. I played a bunch of disc golf at the world-class DeLaveaga, the kids and grandparents got to spend a bunch of time together, we hung out with friends (though not enough of ‘em and not for nearly long enough), sank a pitcher or two at Zeitgeist, and had delicious chile verde burritos in Santa Cruz. The weather was awesome, and the mountains, typically bright, sandy brown with patches of sun-bleached green scrub, were covered in lush dark green foliage. It’ll be fuel by summer, but it’s lovely in spring. I also saw more people in Santa Cruz on bikes than I see commuting in D.C. on a typical day.
But perhaps that will change now that we’re into the meat of Spring. In our absence, the wildly fluctuating 67-degrees-this-week-17-the-next weather has settled into a partly cloudy 50’s and 60’s with nourishing light rains. I was pretty sure that coming back after 12 days off the bikes would be kinda rough, but it hasn’t been. Perhaps it was the cross country at high altitude, or hiking around the course all week, or maybe we just needed a rest, but I’ve been feeling strong pushing Nigel’s cranks around town so far this week.
So it’s back to work, and the bikes need a spring cleaning, and the market season’s about to begin, and it’s just weeks until the warmth yields to heat and we move family headquarters to the community pool for the summer. There’s a lot of planning to be done, tough choices to be made, actions to be taken, bales to be lifted and barges to tote. Winter’s over, the cherry trees are blooming, and we’re ready to rock.
It’s good to be home, anything important happen while I was gone?
(Pictures from the trip after the jump, enjoy!)
