A couple weekends ago we went up to the in-laws cabin for a nice little weekend retreat, much like the one we had before which you can read about here.
It was a fun but stressful weekend as we spent most of it chasing around a curious and cranky teething toddler.
She was not pleased with the car ride whatsoever. I swear she cried from the driveway all the way through Carson City for a total of an hour of off and on crying. It wasn't fun for either of us. But don't worry, the trip more than made up for the crappy car ride.
And we got to go on a hot motorcycle date. It was my first time being on a motorcycle and the husband's first time having a passenger. We went up to Emerald Bay then down into Tahoe City where we ate lunch at Rosie's Cafe on a patio overlooking the lake. It was anything slight of magical.
Now, here is where I'm going to preach that any woman whose husband wants a motorcycle should be required to ride one. Having never been on one nor known anyone else who owned one I had jumped to the conclusion that this inevitably meant death for my husband. After our ride up and down the scariest road on the planet I realized how non-deathlike riding a motorcycle can be. It was fun (albeit totally uncomfortable for over 30 minutes) and brought a whole new level of understanding about this whole motorcycle situation.
All in all it was a great weekend. I'll tell you more about our delicious crepe breakfast with the recipe tomorrow.