Today Lady and I drove over to Squaw Valley and Lake Tahoe. The weather couldn't have been better -- bright and sunny, not much of a breeze. The snow-covered mountains sparkled white, and the sky and lake were a deep, rich blue. I knew Lake Tahoe was supposed to be beautiful, but I hadn't expected this. Amazing.
Squaw Valley is a ski resort on the way to Tahoe, where the 1960 Winter Olympics were held. We stopped and marveled at the slopes and how much fun it looked to ski down them.