The past five weekends have been a whirlwind. Dan and I were in Portland for Valentine’s Day/President’s weekend (his Christmas gift to me); then we retreated to a friend’s rural-ish cabin on the coast–literally, right on the edge, with whales–about two hours north of San Francisco; next we classed it up in Reno for a Tahoe ski weekend on the cheap. The fourth weekend, I was supposed to head down to Orange County for a party with Dan’s family but it turned out that my family, including my favorite cousin who I had hoped to visit in Southern California, was going to be in San Francisco due to one of my uncle’s dermatology conferences. Finally, last weekend, we took an extended (4-day!) weekend for a wedding and skiing in Park City, Utah.
Amongst the epic adventures were a culinary walking tour of Portland, my first visit to a strip club in Reno, and some of the best Tahoe skiing of my life which was supplanted shortly thereafter by even better skiing in Park City. I’ve enjoyed the opportunity to get to know some new places, but it’s a relief to be home again in my beautiful city as the days are getting longer.
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