We are back from Lake Tahoe, annual family picture in hand. I continue to hold out hope that one day we will dress like respectable Victorians. At least the boys didn’t demand that we cram into the claw foot bathtub like the pair of biker couples behind us. The proprietor tried to tell them they wouldn’t all fit, but they were insistent, insistent they all get in the bathtub and try.
All I kept thinking was, why are you insisting? You’re bikers. Show some dignity, keep your shirts on, and put on some drop bottom long bottoms like the rest of us.
In other news, I walked every day of vacation and almost died every single day. The altitude was murderous. I couldn’t walk 1 mile without feeling like my thighs were going to burst into flames. Also, my feet hurt desperately. It’s time for new shoes and this time I’m hoping to buy a colorful pair. What I won’t do is buy another pair of Nike Frees. They are far and beyond the most comfortable sneakers I’ve ever worn, but I’m constantly picking gravel and twigs out of the soles. I read this article over the weekend and am considering some of the shoes. Some of them, however, are quiet possibly the ugliest things I have ever seen. Check out the brown ones. Mercy.