Anniversary Trip to Tahoe

This being our first trip ALONE together since our honeymoon, FIVE years ago, we were pretty excited. Momma C, who loves us like only a mother can, used her vacation time to fly out here and watch the kids for the weekend, so we could make the trip. This relieved us of any worrying about the kids we may traditionally have experienced because we have complete and total confidence in her. After all, she raised Rich. So carefree and completely alone, we embarked on our trip. That day, Rich discovered that, reminiscent of our wedding night, our hotel reservation had been lost. Having learned from our previous experience, Rich fought the company he booked with (*cough* Heavenly Resorts, *cough*) with such powerful eloquence and stern diplomacy that I fell in love with him all over again, a near daily occurrence. His efforts earned us a discount, a suite on the TOP floor of Harvey's already impressive hotel, free shirts and free passes to the Blu night club. I nearly exploded from excitement. We did what we loved best.. ate good food, danced, sang our little hearts out at a karaoke bar and struck up conversations with everyone we saw. Most know this as typical Sorenson boy behavior, but I actually enjoy it and engage in it just as much as Rich. I live by the philosophy that you cannot get embarrassed in front of people you don't know and will never see again, which makes hanging with such people so inviting and explains the karaoke. Rich stole the show with his rendition of LA Woman which lead many to believe he was a Jim Morrison incarnate. That was the highlight for me.
Neither of us could sleep that night in anticipation on the next day's event.. snowboarding!! We unanimously determined that there was nothing we would rather do on our vacation than this. Due to winter pregnancies and job schedules, we hadn't been snowboarding together in years. So we anxiously awaiting morning, hoping for the snow to continue to fall.

Be careful what you wish for. We had snow, but failed to consider the dense fog that would accompany it. This picture fully illustrates our visibility that day. There was just enough snow to convert the groomed trails into bumpy ones. We blindly raced down the mountain unaware of speed or destination anticipating the next collision, playing the odds that it would be an icy chunk of snow and not a tree. At times, we weren't even sure if we were on a legitimate trail. Though exciting, it wasn't exactly what we had hoped for. So the next day, with encouragement from Momma C, we put off our departure a few more hours and, ignoring the astronomically high lift ticket prices, headed up the mountain once more. Boy, were we glad we did! Visibility made all the difference and the clear skies left us with a breathtaking view of Lake Tahoe from the gondola. See how happy I was...
It was a perfect trip!