Waterhouse

Since I was down in Sacramento yesterday celebrating my brother's birthday (Coraline is amazing by the way), I knew the mountain would be pretty chopped up. I decided to head up to Sierra anyway, to try to find some hidden stashes in the trees. When I got up to the mountain at 10:30, all of the parking lots were full. I took the grand tour, looking for a little nook to tuck my car, but couldn't find anything. I'm not good with crowds, so I decided to head back to town. An afternoon of crafting and movies on ABC Family sounded great. I stopped by Lira's to pick up some food and ran into Monica who was on her way to hiking Waterhouse. After asking me 3 times, I caved and went home to get my backcountry gear.

Waterhouse is sort of a rite of passage for Tahoe locals. Everyone has done the hike. Everyone but me. The hike would take someone under an hour on skins, but it took Monica and I a bit longer. Close to 2 hours later, we reached the peak and got a long glorious run down.

The view from the hike up

Monica on the way down

Snowboarding loves me this much

This was my prize