Once upon a time, I quit my job and chased a dream. Chased it all the way to Heavenly, South Lake Tahoe. I’d been to California before, a couple times actually, but 2013 was the year it would mesmerise me. It was also the worst snow year of the six seasons I would do – though was topped by the abysmal Alaska trip of 2014.
I don’t know what has spurred me on my recent drive to wade through the endless (mostly terrible) photos that captured moments of a life that now seems lifetimes ago, but, here are a few. I’m a different person now than I was then…thank God for that!
My time here may have been brief, this town may be tiny and I may not have managed to do any of the things I came here for. Nevertheless, even I can’t deny how pretty Girdwood is. Especially when the sun shines.
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Our one day excursion from Las Vegas turned out to be not for the faint of heart. We had, after much debate, decided upon renting a car and driving out to the Grand Canyon ourselves, because we also wanted to see the Hoover Dam.
There are a thousand and one tour options for either or both, and it might take a week just to filter through the differences between each operator, never mind each tour. Our primary criteria were price, being able to do both attractions somewhat meaningfully, and being able to do it in one day, out of the three we had in Vegas. With that in mind, we were still presented with a myriad of choices, which were very helpfully filtered out by one of the office locations on the Strip, advertising tour sales.
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We ended up in Santa Monica a lot sooner than expected.
The three day itinerary we had spent the best part of a month planning, ended up down the toilet, when, as previously mentioned, the rental car we took to get all our crap down the coast, cost us a ton more than expected. We had booked through Avis, and having done this a bunch times already in car crazy America, checked all the right boxes and selected the right vehicle type, but when we got to the rental location, the only compact car they had left was a Corolla, which wouldn’t comfortably fit our snowboard bags, and us, for what was intended to be a leisurely drive down the Pacific Coast Highway. So we got stuck with a behemoth of a Chevy Impala, that tripled our car budget, never mind the gas needed to make it move.
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