Our Tahoe Cabin

Snowed In

One weekend. One storm.
The adventure is right here.

Friday night

The cabin is waiting

Already blanketed in snow.

Friday · 5:10 PM

The walk in

We pull in right behind the storm. Reggie leads the way to the lit windows.

Reggie walking ahead through the snow at dusk — Reggie, on point

Friday · 5:25 PM

First run

The bags are still in the car. Somebody’s already sledding down the driveway, Rubble right behind.

Friday · 5:40 PM

First fire

The bags can wait. The stove can't.

The stove room with two gnomes by the TV — the gnomes approve

Friday · 7:00 PM

Still coming down

Six inches and counting. Nobody minds.

The living room at night with the tree lit — the tree, already up

Friday · 10:30 PM

Home base

Every adventure this weekend starts here, and comes back here.

By morning, every trail will be buried. Tomorrow, we dig.

Saturday morning

The road is gone

We wake up to snow. The only color left: one red hydrant.

Saturday · 8:00 AM

Step outside

Boots on. The deck is a snowbank, and the van is a snowdrift.

The A-frame half buried in falling snow — the A-frame, tucked in

Saturday · 11:00 AM

Firewood run

In a blizzard, the woodpile is an expedition. The sled does the hauling.

Pulling a sled of firewood through the blizzard — one more load

Saturday · 3:30 PM

Gear up

Snowshoes by the front door, standing in the snowbank right where we left them.

Saturday · 3:45 PM

Reggie’s trail

Out the door, around the sled hill, all the way to Old Greenwood. Reggie leads.

Saturday · 4:00 PM

Cut a trail

No lift lines. No traffic. We break trail through the powder, and the dogs follow single file.

Wading through deep powder in the trees — powder past the knees

Saturday night

Nobody's going anywhere

The best kind of stuck.

Saturday · 7:30 PM

Night in

A puzzle on the table. Reggie asleep by the tree. Somebody’s napping.

The sofa with a garland along the back — sofa season

Saturday · 9:00 PM

Keep it going

One more log before bed.

Saturday · 10:30 PM

One more look

The snow finally stops. One last look at the tree out front.

Sunday

Snowed in

Overnight, the storm moved on. Everything’s buried.

Sunday · 7:30 AM

Dig out

All hands on deck. Mom takes the snowblower: a path to the door, then the car, then the deck.

Mom pushing the snowblower, snow spraying — Mom, on the blower

Sunday · 8:30 AM

And then, the sun

The driveway’s clear. The van is still wearing the storm.

The view through the window at first light — first light

Sunday · 11:00 AM

The adventure is right here

The big one: down the pile we shoveled yesterday.

Sunday · 11:30 AM

Pile on

Every run ends the same way: Reggie.

Reggie up close with snow on his nose and his tongue out — no regrets

Sunday · 12:30 PM

Rubble’s turn

Rubble rides the tube. Reggie chases everybody.

Rubble and Reggie on a trail through deep snow — the trail crew

Sunday · 1:30 PM

The snowman

Every snow day needs one.

Sunday · 3:00 PM

The road is back

The plow came through. Nobody’s in a hurry.

Walking arm in arm down the cleared road — arm in arm

Sunday · 5:00 PM

Last coals

See you next storm.

The rest of the roll

More from the weekend

The fallen tree cut into rounds — next winter’s firewood

Decorating the tree by the snowy windows — the tree goes up

The A-frame in falling snow — still coming down

Walking home to the lit cabin at dusk — almost home

Rubble out for a walk on the cleared road — Rubble’s walk

Sunrise through the window beside the tree — Sunday sunrise

The living room with the tree lit — the good chair

Reggie peeking over the wall of a snow trench — Reggie’s trail

Snowed In