Thursday, March 16, 2006
tahoe and returning
So a couple days before spring break Cavan asks me if I want to go with his family up to Tahoe where they have rented a "cabin" for the week. Knowing I had to work on Tuesday, I happily said yes. Well, I never made it back to work on Tuesday. In fact, I spent the last 5 days in the great city of Incline Village right on the edge of lake Tahoe. How close to the edge? Here's what it looked like the night we arrived less than 200 yards from the house:
That was a 15 second exposure for those interested :) But how about this "cabin" they had rented? Lets just say 5 bedroom, 4 bath, 3 stories, 2 door garage, and 1 hot tub. Don't believe me? Check it out on Tuesday, right after it dumped about a foot of snow on us:
And another shot from the lakeside:
So we were livin' it up, snowboarding at Northstar every day for 4 days straight. Tons of fun, lots of powder that was waist deep, and a terrain park that was to die for.
But okay, that was all fine and dandy, but where's the REAL adventure you ask? If you know me at all, you know that if there's anything to do with cars, trains, busses, etc... that something HAS to go wrong. Well, take the trip back. I got on the bus at Truckee (of all places...) at about 4:45PM yesterday, bound for Sacramento where I would catch the bus to Chico and get in around 11 or so. Well, we got to Sac-town uneventfully considering we were driving through a small blizzard over Donner's Pass which has several feet of snow still. In Sacramento, I got comfy because we were waiting for the train coming from the South which had transfering passengers. Well, turns out that someone had a heart attack and died right on the train, so they had to stop it, get the coroner, etc... which delayed it 2+ hours. If that wasn't enough, a freight train hit a truck that was stalled on the tracks, killing the driver, and delaying the amtrak another 2+ hours.
They finally sent a bus for the stranded train passengers, and I got on it about midnight after a 4.5 hour wait at the lovely Sacramento Amtrak station. Meghan was kind enough to pick me up from the train station at ~1:45 this morning and bring me home.
Home; another funny story. My 3 roommates were all still out of town as of last night, so I was groaning at the thought of having to dig my keys out of my bag. Alas, as I neared the front door, I noticed it was ajar slightly. That deserved a resounding "WTF Mate?!". I shoved it open and moved upstairs to drop off my bags and board. I went back downstairs and turned on some lights. I noticed Damien's door was open, which is unusual for him, especially if he goes away for more than a day. It was then I noticed his doorframe:
Shit. Someone kicked it in. Then the front door, which was less of a shock:
Long story short, someone kicked in our front door and my roommate's door, but didn't steal a thing. Not a THING! Not the XBox laying on the floor, my bike in the kitchen, my roommate's computer, NOTHING! How weird is that?
I guess it was last night I realized how cool my neighbors really are. Within 30 seconds of me finding out, I had a beer in my hand, half a dozen guys in my house playing detective, and talk about how Russ would kick the guy's ass if we ever found out who did it. (This made sense after meeting Russ... let's just say I'm glad he's a friend instead of an enemy)
Well, I finally got to bed around three, just to wake up at 7 to come to work by 8. It's been a long day, and I want to go home. I'm sleeping at least 12 hours tonight, no matter what anyone says.
James: But what about those people on dial-up?! If you want, I can shoot you the RAW file with all EXIF data intact
