Snow Jam

I survived the skiing at Lake Tahoe with only minor bruises, although some weren't so lucky. There were a small number of broken wrists, arms and legs from what I saw and heard, including a tale of one man with an unlucky two broken wrists.

I really did go skiing for the first time. I got a one hour lesson, which took me an hour and a half, but it got easier each time I tried it after that. I tried a "big" slope by the end of the afternoon (really the smallest beginner's slope past were they do the lessons!) and came down in one piece with just one fall in a heap. It was good craic, I'm sure Jasmine would love it - there were lots of kids her age flying past me. I'm not sure I would be racing to go skiing again with the millions of others places that I haven't been to yet, but it was good fun.

Google took us to Squaw Valley near Lake Tahoe in northern California which was just covered in snow, several feet deep. There are so many Googlers now that despite taking over all the hotels in the area we were still sleeping 4 to a (double) room. Cosy! That said, we had a mystery guest #4 who we never saw, although a snowboard, bag and coat appeared and disappeared at various times, so he was definitely there.



In the evening there was lots of food laid on, some drinking , and a great 80s tribute band, Tainted Love.