Will’s house in Tahoe is technically on the Nevada side, but I tell most people in Chile that I live in California because it’s much easier than explaining that Lake Tahoe is on the border between California and Nevada and nowhere near Las Vegas. It’s a white lie, but it’s the map’s fault, not mine. I feel like the Chileans would forgive me if they knew the truth.

Will has lived in Tahoe for a bit over two years, but this past November and December was the first time I really got to live a normal life there for an extended period of time. I’ve been there for a month at a time during the holidays, and for my mini-sabbatical earlier this year, but this was my first time working remotely from Tahoe for more than a week. Of course, the two months were broken up by a work trip and an eye surgery, but still a pretty good chunk of time. In short: it was awesome.

As I mentioned previously, Will has been training at a bouldering gym nearby, so I signed up with the same coach and we’ve been slip-sliding in the snow down the hill in the mornings a few times a week to climb and do strength training. I’ve never really bouldered consistently before, or climbed very low angle walls, so it’s been a bit of a steep learning curve (see what I did there) but I am definitely getting more competent.

Look ma, no feet!

One of my favorite parts of living in Tahoe is the easy access to skiing. Some days we go backcountry skiing in the morning before work and other days it’s an hour on the slopes at lunchtime and on weekends it’s usually at least one full day at a resort or in the backcountry. Amazingly, we were able to go four or five times per week (and thoroughly neglected some pending house projects) after we dug ourselves out of the giant early-December storm that brought 5 or so feet of snow. And, of course, we invited up some friends to join in on the fun.

It took two people two hours to clear the deck, an INSANE amount of snow. Or perhaps I just suck at shoveling.

We also hosted Will’s parents and brother for Thanksgiving, a nice reprieve from so much travel and a fun excuse to cook a Thanksgiving dinner of our own for the first time. I think living in a place that’s fun to visit majorly increases our social gravity (i.e. other people’s willingness to come visit us instead of us having to travel to them) and I’m quite excited about it.

I’ve got a few more months in the states before I have to go back to Chile and I’m looking forward to every bit of it, even if it means shoveling the deck several more times or digging the truck out of a few feet of snow after having dinner at a friend’s house in order to get home. It’s a small price to pay for first tracks in fluffy powder.

Friend Nick with the send