Fat Camp

The VBM and Zetta are back on vacation! This time we are squatting at an Incline Village condo that belongs to the parents of the woman one of VBM's old college friends married. This couple agreed to have us as their guests for a few days, and lo, they are gracious. I arrived late Friday night on a plane to Reno. Many hours after my bedtime I found myself drinking yet another mojito. Saturday, we endeavored to do a mountain bike ride which had been described to us as "flat" by the guy at that bike shop.
Um, no.
Not only did this ride start off with a four mile climb (elevation gain 1100 feet) in SAND, but it also included several miles of riding single track on the edge of a cliff, in SAND (I know I am prone to hyperbole but I am so not kidding and there are five other people who can corraborate my story. The ride then ended in a 1100 foot fast descent, also in sand. I ate shit on that descent, was the last one down, and also the only one bleeding. Good times.
After that, we ate a good amount of food and drank plenty of liquor, so that yesterday I had the divine pleasure of paddling a kayak in the bright sun in chop with a hangover. That was a-ok, actually, and we had a nice time paddling in the azure waters of Lake Tahoe.
People are not willing to let us pay for much around here. Last night we had a wonderful $$dinner that involved bacon-wrapped filet and bottles of wine and seared ahi. When the check was brought, newly arrived parents from back east took it from the waiter and refused to allow anyone to contribute. When I thanked the man for dinner, he replied, "My pleash."
I thought to myself, huh.
Today there is smoke in the air and a haze over the lake. We just came from eating the best damn breakfast I have eaten since I took my leave of this place in 1998. We are planning to embark upon bicyles and kayaks!
Yay vacation!