My favorite part of visiting Lake Tahoe happens in California.� I love Truckee.� The menfolk aren’t usually as enamored.� There’s shopping, eating, walking, history, and shopping, which should explain why they would rather be somewhere else.� The best pair of earrings I ever owned I bought in a small boutique in Truckee when The Mister and I first started dating.� These earrings were something else.� They were milky blue and impervious to disdain.� Even guys felt compelled to compliment me on these earrings–that’s how cute they were.� I wonder what ever happened to them?� I’ll have to rummage through the dressers I pretend are organized and see if they turn up.
Back to Truckee.� Did I effectively communicate how much I love this little one horse town?� It’s a one horse town where a burger will set you back $10, so maybe it’s more a one Friesian-horse town, but still. It’s quaint and charming, in a ‘shake the last red cent out of your pockets’ kind of way.
We ate our $10 burgers at The Squeeze In. They are known for their omelettes, but I hate eggs and it was almost 2:00pm so there you go. It’s one of those hippie kind of dives (with $10 burgers) where everyone writes on the wall.
It took me five minutes to figure out which door was the woman’s restroom. Then, a woman walked out of the one I was sure was for men so I decided maybe it was just a free for all. I’m still not sure.
We spent the rest of our very short trip to Truckee walking up and down the main street. My mom and I would have loved to spend more time visiting the shops, touring the small museums, and taking pictures, but Mikey and Nicholas turned into Tasmanian devils.
Years ago I had a reader from Truckee, and as Nicholas ran down the street with Mikey in hot pursuit, both of them roaring like dinosaurs, I knew that would be the exact moment this reader would pop out of one of the nicer stores and exclaim, ‘Hey! Aren’t you Jules? When did your kids turn into turds?’ I would have had no choice but to use on her the tranquilizer dart I had cocked and aimed at the boys in hopes she would forget this very tragic moment in time. Seriously. Tasmanian devils. So, so, so crazy.
I kept staring at the beer sign, wishing. Just wishing. One beer. Earplugs. Maybe some rope.
I took pictures of all the buildings thinking I would report to you their history, but no. Devil children. We were lucky to get out alive. At one point my mom turned to me, eyes the size of saucers, and said, “What’s wrong with them?! They’re like animals!” And I was all, “I know! Aaah!” I couldn’t even form a coherent sentence. All I could do was alternate between whimpers and screams. So, feel free to use your imagination while viewing the pictures.
Speaking of pictures, I know what you’re thinking. I’ve gone overboard with the editing. You’re right. But it looks so good! To me! On my computer! Who knows what it looks like on your end, but I swear over here it looks a little bit like a vintage postcard.
Well, except maybe that last one. It starts off great. Soft blue skies, muted green trees, Southern Pacific train, and then BAM! Handicap sign.� Gah.� You don’t see one of those in a vintage postcard!� Nothing says 1988 faster than a handicap sign compliments of 42 U.S.C. � 12181�12189, am I right?
I’m back. It’s good to be home.
Welcome home {there’s a slight chance I said that already, on another post … I guess now you know I meant it}! And I love the vintage postcard feel … *sigh* As for the Tasmanian devil-children … seems to be a strange phenom that assails us all at one point or another. It’s best to remember this before you see such children and glare, roll the eyes, or sigh LOUDLY … be it children, grandchildren, children of friends … everyone has their time … So let’s all say it together, “good times, good times … ” :)
I especially like the photo of the gas station. I wonder if there is a way to make personal photos into postcards.
It looks so quaint and it’s making me want to go to California even more! It’s definitely on our list.
Awww, Jules! I can’t believe you were in my neighborhood for DAYS and I am just now catching up on reading your blog. Now that you’re home. (I guess I was busy with that Fourth of July Weekend stuff).
Oh well, from a former Southern Cali girl in North lake Tahoe, cheers! And I love your blog. I have cut down on blog reading and yours survived the cut….
Great photos by the way. Makes me stop and re-appreciate that I get to live in such a visually appealing place…
My kids are 3 and 2. When people tell me how well behaved they are (my children) I look at them like they are nuts! My two are giving me gray hair and saggy hips–why are these hips saggy when constantly chasing two toddlers? Anyway, I feel ya’…
I love the editing! I agree it’s got a vintage feel to it.
I love vacations, but since I got married, I love coming home too.
Welcome back! I love those pictures. They make me want to visit the town.
Anytime my parents went to Lk. Tahoe, Trukee was always a must do. Knowing my parents (and Truckee) the way you do – it sounds like they were meant for each other.
I’ve heard nothing but great things and your pictures prove it. Vintage ADA sign… Love it.
Welcome back to the rat race!
1) You’re back! You’re really, really back! (insert Sally-Field-esque gushing here)
2) I couldn’t take my son to a store or restaurant until…well, I still don’t risk it and he’s 16. I make him go somewhere he doesn’t want to = he makes me mortified. His first complete sentence was probably “Payback’s a b****, huh, ma?”
3) Is $10 really a lot for a burger in your neck of the continent? Burgers are $10 here in flippin’ Kansas, and we’re surrounded by cows and get paid in, like, CORN instead of actual money.
Hilarious, Amy! :)
But I’ve been back! I never stopped blogging. Check the last week for the questionable content you may have missed. O_O
I don’t know if $10 is a lot for a good burger, but for the one they serve? I think it’s too much. We’re talking about a burger, and I doubt that thing is grassfed beef!
You sure are great with your camera…and with words!
Hilarious about your Tasmanian Devils. Perfect visual.
This looks like a delightful little town!
I vote you share how you turn said photos into vintage postcard-esque beauties.
Haha! Thanks for posting link, missed this one. Your mom comment made me laugh out loud. ‘What’s wrong with them?…’ I ‘hear’ the look all the time when my son is tired and is in overdrive. Ah- good times!
I love that there’s still a lawyer under there… ;)
“Nothing says 1988 faster than a handicap sign compliments of 42 U.S.C. � 12181�12189, am I right?”