The Cold Hard Facts.

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The plan for this past weekend was to spend part of it in Tahoe to snowboard and take epic photos, and the other part in San Jose to take my dad out for an early birthday dinner.

Let me tell you what actually happened.

In Tahoe, the rain that poured down on us the entire drive from SF to the mountain, turned into huge glistening snowflakes welcoming us with cold, soft, wet kisses to our cheeks. The mountains, trees, road…everything was blanketed in white upon our arrival, and we thought we had died and gone to heaven. It was gorgeous, and fresh snow is both a snowboarder’s dream and drug. But here’s the thing: those snowflakes only got bigger, and they never stopped coming down. Here’s what that means:

1. Semi-serious car problems.
2. No snowboarding because the mountain was closed due to high avalanche risks.
3. Hardly any pictures could be taken except from the refuge of the indoors because I couldn’t risk getting my camera wet.

Roads were closed a big portion of Sunday morning (we almost got snowed in), and they were covered in layers and layers of snow despite the multiple snow plows making their way up and down them repeatedly. Getting out of Tahoe took two hours longer than expected, and we had to drive cautiously the entire time because it was still raining heavily outside of Tahoe. So here’s what that meant:

4. Hardly any real time to sit down with my dad for his birthday dinner before we had to head to the airport, so he (ironically) opted for a “raincheck”. I hesitatingly and bittersweetly obliged.

What a weekend. Right? But let me tell you what also happened.

I learned from the experience being in extreme weather and am very mentally prepared for the next time I go up to the cabin. I saw old high school friends whom I haven’t seen in years. I got to sled down little snow hills, build a snow man, make snow angels, and have snowball fights – things I also haven’t done in years. I pretended I was in the blizzard running away from the White Walkers in Game of Thrones, and threw my circle sled around like it was a shield because apparently, I was also the king from 300. I got a great workout (running around in the snow is no easy task). I ate a delicious home cooked dinner prepared by my boyfriend and friends. I caught up with my dad, his wife, and a few other family members in good conversation. I made my friends laugh, I made my boyfriend laugh, I made my dad laugh.

So, all in all, if you’re going to ask me if I had a great weekend or not, my answer is HELL YES.





















This is me, pretending I’m the king from 300 and my sled is my shield.




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