This past weekend we traded the SF fog for the lake tahoe sun, shivers (damn that lake is cold), and sandwiches. We read girlie magazines, canoed, and dared each other to jump into the frigid lake. At night, if we weren’t sitting around the huge table playing a made up game of throwing a sock up into the fan to see who could catch it after it rocketed in your direction, we were soaking in the backyard hot tub surrounded by pine trees, and drinking bud light limes while listening to the trees shake in the wind.

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We returned feeling a little less foggy, sunburnt, and full from sandwiches bigger than our faces.

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