Two Dorks in Tahoe: Scenes from this Weekend

Ok, so I need to do work that actually pays today. So I thought I would submit some vignettes from my weekend with b-friend in Tahoe. Thanks to the cool chick who lent me her house. You know who you are ;)

Thursday afternoon, 2pm:

B-friend: "We need to leave early. EARLY!"

JD: Relax. "I'll get back from my meeting in San Jose around two, two-thirty..."

"That's too late! We'll get stuck in traffic in Sacramento! That's it. We can't leave in the afternoon. We'll just have to eat here and head up after dinner."

"That's ridiculous! So what if we sit in the car for a few hours! What's the worst that can happen? We--God forbid--have to TALK for an hour or two. No! I put the kibosh on this. I say we leave when I get back and suck it up!"

"I can't sit in traffic, Jory. I'm telling you, I CAN'T!"

"What's the difference if you sit on the couch for two hours versus sit in traffic. At least we'll get to Tahoe by dinnertime."

TAKEAWAY FROM THIS EXCHANGE: Men are genetically disposed to avoid traffic. This isn't the first time we've altered our weekend for the sake of avoiding sitting for any length of time on Hwy 80. To b-friend, sitting in traffic is like losing, like failing to beat the system. He's forced to wait in line like everyone else. To me, I know where I want to end up at the end of the day, so let's get our ass on the road.

WHAT HAPPENED: I arrive home a bit earlier than expected. B-friend needs time to pack everything--board games, food, clothing, walkie talkies, 1,000 CDs--despite the fact we will be gone for 1 1/2 days. We leave at 3 pm and add an extra hour on our travel time. Big freaking whoop. I pay for dinner.

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Saturday afternoon, 11:30 am: Lower Sardine Lake trail head

B-friend: "This trail will take us to the upper lake, where there shouldn't be as many people."

JD: "How long will this take us?"

"Not sure, but I'm sure not long--probably an hour in. We can swim a while then an hour back."

"We packing any food?"

"We shouldn't need much. I've got a water bottle and a few granola bars."

1pm; Somewhere on trail, upward incline

JD: Babe, I need water.

B-friend: Sure thing, Sweetie. How about when we make it to the top? Looks like we're almost there.

2pm; At the top, after crossing rocky crevasse, seeing a lake way in the distance

B-friend: "I know it took longer than we thought, but there it is! We just have to get over those rocks. Shouldn't be more than another 20 minutes."

JD: "No. I'm going to sit on this rock now."

"But we're so close."

"Give me my granola bar, please."

"Aww man! That's disappointing."

"Water please."

"Don't drink it all. We need to conserve for the way back."

(gulp, gulp, gulp)

"You know, Jory. I'm REALLY disappointed. We're SO close!"

(Jory starts heading back over the rocks)

3pm; halfway back to trail head

B-friend: "You know, I think we can shortcut down that way, cut over to the lower lake."

JD: "How? I don't see any trail!"

"Can't you see it? It's over there. Just follow me. We'll get back in half the time."

3:20 pm; looking up at the trail we were once on

B-friend: "Huh! I could have sworn this path led to somewhere. We will probably have to go back and re-trace our steps. Or we could just bushwhack it a bit back to the main trail. C'mon, babe! Let's go. ... Keep going, babe. We're doing fine. Those are just some branches, babe. Move them off to the side...Whoa! Careful, Sweetie. Those are just minor scrapes. They'll heal up...Like we're moutain climbing babe. Just grab that branch--NOT THAT BRANCH!--that branch. OK....Just some scrapes babe...nothing major. So we backtrack a little bit. It's gorgeous out here!...You are not sunburnt, you look great....You will not pass out. We're almost back!"

4:20; we can see the highway, near the trailhead off in the distance

B-friend: "Can you not hear me, or are you ignoring me?"

JD: "I'm. Conserving. Speech. Now. Can't. Speak."

B-friend: "Do what you need to babe. Boy are you going to be excited when I take you to dinner!"

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Sunday, 10am; Jory sunning herself near creek while reading

B-friend: "Babe! Babe, you there?"

JD: (Yelling out to creek) "What is it?" (Remembering she was given walkie talkie and picks it up) "Yeah, what's up?"

"I'm coming back now. Over."

"Where are you? Over."

"Down the river a few hundred yards. Haven't caught anything yet. Over."

"Yeah, sucks. Over."

"I'll see you in a few minutes. Over."

"OK. Over ... Wait, not over. I'm glad you thought to bring the walkie talkies., for the 45 seconds we used them. Over."

"Don't mention it. Over."

"What do you want to do when you get here? Get some food? Over."

"Let's wait until I get back to you, then we'll talk about it, over."

"Yeah, I can see you coming. See you in a minute. Over."

"Over and out."

Comments

[Joy Des Jardins]

I'm laughing, I'm laughing...what a GREAT time, huh? Over and Out...

[ken]

Break...breaker...uhhhh...this is Lima-Oscar-Lima...that is funny as hell and I'm laughing hard. Life is stranger than fiction and relationships are even more bizarre. Good one!

[Megan]

Not sure I can agree with you on the traffic thing. I'm about as female as they come and I can't hack traffic. Totally been there on the hiking thing though!

[Marilyn]

Hope you had a good time, because...um...it sure didn't sound like it here. ;)

[b-friend]

just because we brought walkie-talkies, a fly rod, a spinning rod, two different games, three new yorkers, two books, enough clothing for a week, five pairs of shoes between the two of us, two CD books and a grocery bag of snacks, doesn't mean we're dorks - just well prepared. Now if we had brought a camera too, well then, we could be considered dorks for sure.

[Sophia and Mad]

jory-
We thought this was really funny- Aaron makes me carry a walkie-talkie too when he goes fishing. we have also been "lost" and I was promised we were almost there a thousand times. How about a group-backpacking trip? I can only imagine the pain and suffering ---