As much as Will and I were enjoying the warm spring weather in the East Bay, we were determined to make a trip to Tahoe to ski before the end of the season. Will booked us a last minute weekend package to Squaw Valley ski resort and then we were off! The drive wasn’t too bad…a mere 3 hours from Oakland on an early Saturday morning.
I had forgotten what ‘cold’ felt like until about 30 minutes away from Squaw we made a stop to get gas, and it was 35 degrees at about 5,000 feet. It was a sobering moment or two, remembering our last few cold moments in Chicago from a few weeks ago, but at least we had most of our ski clothing on already.
The weekend was beautiful – sunny and in the upper 30s most of the time at Squaw. The snow was a little crunchy in the morning and slushy in the afternoon, but still pretty nice. As part of our weekend package, I got a 2-hour lesson and was able to get some coaching on my turns. I did muster enough courage to try a blue run on Sunday with Will and got rather comfortable on that run. Eventually I started to look up and enjoy the scenery too while skiing. This main photo is at about 8,000 feet, right before I was about to go down a run. In the distance you can see Lake Tahoe itself.
Squaw Valley was host to the 1960 Winter Olympics. There are still remnants of the games there, including the lit torch and various Olympic signs. Apparently that is still a big draw for the European crowd. My ski instructor mentioned that business was down this season, but many western Europeans kept business going this winter.
Not only were the mountains impressive, but also the trees and rock formations. Here are a few photos of the slopes area:
After a challenging day on the slopes, do as the locals and tourists do – partake in apres-ski. Will and I sat out on the patio of a bistro in the village, and enjoyed the crisp sunny afternoon. —I 🙂