Ok, I'm on tilt! I've always said that if I can't be with my kids, a perfect day is a day involving downhill skiing, and all the apres ski activities that can follow. Today was such a day. Bev and I went to Northstar Ski Resort, near Truckee, CA, where we're staying. The snow was packed powder, and plenty of it. We skied about four hours on really nice, long intermediate runs. And get this: Neither of us fell! (Read: I didn't fall, and didn't suffer the bruises and sprains that kicked my butt at Schweitzer in Idaho). It was just a superbly enjoyable, easy day on the slopes overlooking Lake Tahoe. After we left Northstar, we drove down to the lake and checked it out. It started to snow and the forecast for tonight is a foot of the white stuff, so we skipped visiting Squaw Valley and came back to our motel at Truckee, showered and headed to Truckee to check it out. And then it happened--I fell in love with Truckee!
We had a fabulous Italian dinner at Pianeta. To die for. Made us that much more anxious to get to Italy in May! Then we went for a little walk after dinner and saw the "Tourist Club Bar" which advertises "Free Beer Tomorrow." Can't wait to get back there tomorrow! Er...
We were about to get in the SUV to head back to our room, when I suggested we go across the street to check out a place called "Moody's Bistro." I was just curious. Well, we walked in and there was a jazz trio of guys even older than me playing, so we had to have a coffee and after-dinner to listen to a song or two, right? Well,two sets and two hours later, we forced ourselves to leave, but only after meeting an OB-GYN doc in his late 60's from the Bay area who plays drums with a rock band he formed to play charity gigs, and a plaintiff's employment lawyer from the Bay area who was in town to celebrate his 50th birthday. Our doctor friend had a literal bag full of percussion shakers, etc. and he joined filled in with some great percussion. The trio was really good in their own right.
Truckee is this charming destination for people like these, many from the Bay area, who come here on weekends to ski, and come in the summer to golf or enjoy water sports. Who can blame them?!
While the band took a break, our doctor friend told about being at Moody's one night listening to music, when Paul McCartney and his then-wife, Heather Mills, came in and sat at the table next to ours (right in front of the band), and Paul joined the band to sing a few blues numbers. How crazy would that be!
We drove back to our room, to try to pack our things. Weather permitting, we will head for Salt Lake City tomorrow.
What a day!
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