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Christmas in Tahoe


This year will be my first White Christmas since 1984, just before I moved to California. This time I have the luxury of a California White Christmas with my partner, Jim.

We left San Francisco this morning, crossed the Bay Bridge and headed across the state to South Lake Tahoe, just a few miles from the Nevada State Line. We traveled through San Francisco, the East Bay, the Sacramento Delta, the Central Valley, Gold Country into the Sierra Nevada mountains cresting at over 7000 feet before descending into the Tahoe Basin. Thanks to this last week’s snows, it is a winter wonderland.

We are staying at the Black Bear Inn just a half mile from the lake with an amazing view in every direction. Life is good.

Have a very Merry Christmas!

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