OK, it’s taken six-plus weeks to tell C’s full Lake Tahoe vacation story.
I’ve been busy.
So, let’s flash back six weeks.
To south Lake Tahoe.
To the gondola lift line.
My mom was really excited to get us all to one of the highest points in Tahoe, so she bought a pack of tickets to ride the Heavenly Gondola and we all got in line.
Long, embarrassing fear-of-heights story short (long version includes C kicking, screaming and fighting as we tried to get her onto the gondola, which got us a bit of attention and, subsequently, included in some photos of some foreign tourists that were in absolute awe of CHER … or at least her spectacle), we finally got CHER on the gondola with us. You can tell by her expression that she wasn’t so sure about the high climb up the hill.
But once we got to the top, I think her fear of heights subsided and she was able to appreciate the view (and crisp breeze). At least for long enough for us, and a few of those foreigners, to snap a few pictures.
Thank you, C, for at least cooperating at the top. It saved us from all being in some family’s slide show as they narrated to their friends, “… and this is the one where we saw the one-and-only CHER smack this guy who was trying to get her back onto the Gondola.”
And this, my followers, concludes CHER’s trip to Tahoe.