Coming off the two week trip to France and a week back at work, I agonized over what to do about the annual trip to Lake Almanor. This year will mark the 19th straight year that we have gone to the Dorado Inn at Lake Almanor.
I thought about going for only part of the week, but got some very negative feedback from Jack. Given that the Dorado Inn now has wireless internet access, I figured I would go for the week and do some conference calls and keep up on e-mail.
Morgan is Boston for the summer and Sharon had a work commitment on Monday and Tuesday; we expect to see her in the middle of the week.
Drew was finishing up working as staff at the Sugarloaf Fine Art Camp. He did not get done with the program until after 1:00 p.m. By the time, he got to Elk Grove, it was after 4:30 p.m. Drew, Jack and I finally rolled about 5:00 p.m. It was an uneventful trip to Chester. We made a quick stop in Chico for some food and were to the Dorado Inn by 8:00 p.m. We unpacked the truck and relaxed.
It felt odd to get to the lake that late. There have been years in the past where we were rolling before 7 a.m. and up to the lake by 10 a.m.
The rest of the group had gone for pizza in Westwood and did not get back until after 9:00 p.m.
I finished the evening sitting at the picnic tables playing chess and then cribbage with Jack. Catching up with Hunter and the Wallens, we listened to Drew playing the guitar. At that point, I wondered why I ever thought about not coming to the lake.