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When we last left our intrepid heroine (that’s me – she of motto: “You want summer? I’ll give you summer dang it!”) she had stopped home long enough to pull the dirty underwear out of suitcases and add fresh ones.
No time for laundry! No time to grocery shop! No time to shave legs! Wait, more bikini time – barely time to shave legs!
It was wear the same clothes in your suitcase, throw some ice in the cooler with whatever is left, scrounge some snacks from the bottom of the snack drawer and make sure the sleeping bags, life vests, towels and sunscreen are still in the back of the car.
And we were off again.
SOUTH LAKE TAHOE
and back to DONNER LAKE
July 31/Aug. 1
I said if I could just make it to August 1, when we would finally stay home for a two week rest and recharge before the last big hurrah of the summer – Washington D.C. for my brother’s Navy retirement ceremony and party (and, of course, sightseeing), I might just survive this non-stop summer of death by recreation.
However, it just may be Mt. Laundry that spells my doom…