Rob and Scarlett spent last weekend skiing in Lake Tahoe. It is well established in my family that Rob would spend every weekend in Tahoe if this were possible. He even announced recently that he would like us to move there for the month of February 2016, which to me sounded bizarre and slightly arbitrary, but to him sounds like living the dream. Never mind that we would have to take Scarlett out of kindergarten for a month, which is totally not happening, unless Rob thinks that she will be home-schooled by squirrels.

But, I mean, not to be a total killjoy. Maybe it could work.

(It could not work.)

This year, to support my husband and his love of all things mountainous, I committed to going to Tahoe once a month for the winter. It’s not very much, but we have a surprisingly busy schedule of visitors and events, so it’s the best we could do.

And then on our first trip there, in January, Rob presented a new idea: A trip to Tahoe for just him and Scarlett. I greeted this proposal with all the maturity of a child who has been told they will not be having dessert for the rest of their life. Read More>