pogoism

Last weekend was Independence weekend, and our last three-day weekend of our time here.

Emily, Peter and I headed to Pyramid Lake for some camping on Friday afternoon. After a mad scramble trying to find exactly what beach everyone else was on, we luckily bumped into Katie on the road, who directed us to the right one. We lugged all our stuff (which, as usual, was far too much) down the steep, sandy hill, and added it to the pile of food. The tent we needed to erect was the same one as last time – the tent which has a pole which has split. Not too much of a problem you might think, but if your hand goes anywhere near this pole, immediately 30 teeny-tiny bits of bamboo implant themselves in your skin. Most unpleasant. especially when you have to camp for 2 days.

So, wonky tent erected, and hoping to God that the thing wouldn’t collapse on top of us in the middle of the night, we set about putting up the volleyball net. Someone had the genius idea of doing this in the lake, so we spent a good chunk of the afternoon attempting that. Eventually, we gave up, and did it on the dry sand instead, by which point no-one had the energy to play anyway.

Then came car-getting-stuck-in-the-sand no. 1. It wasn’t so much stuck in the sand, as raised off the ground from the middle. It took a while to get it out, but we did it in the end. After that, we all had some well deserved drinks, and sat around chatting for the evening and watched some of the (illegal) fireworks over the lake.

Next day we got up, packed up, and left before it got too hit. We were all dirty and tired anyway. After a quick shower and food-buying, we set off to Zephyr Cove at Lake Tahoe. It was fun, we hung out on the (private) beach where we could see the two sets of fireworks. The ones from South Lake Tahoe were probably the best I’ve ever seen. Oh, and btw, Lake Tahoe is seriously one of the most beautiful places I’ve ever been, even with it covered with white, jock, rich kids.