|Early photo of the Lodge, before the addition and tower were added|
|The Front Room, where spirit mists like the one above have been reported|
|My photo of the Front Room (note orbs near ceiling)|
|Refurbished entrance and tower in rear, where we performed the deed!|
Either way, it's my favorite terrain, and I get all verklempt as I reminisce of it.
|Lake Tahoe's Emerald Bay section, showing Fannette island|
|You've never seen such shades of blue!|
My Brooklyn-born folks loved the place - Daddy in particular, as he was an avid gambler and going there for our summer vay-cays afforded him the opportunity to temporarily leave his dull TV/electronics repairman job and get some high-altitude thrills. For Mom, well, the Cal-Neva once being owned by her idol was more than enough reason to go!
During the days, we'd go kayaking or simply float serenely in the lake, bake in the sun on the clean sandy beaches, go sight-seeing, catch crawdads in the lake or trout in the nearby Truckee River. At night, we'd slather cream on our sunburns, dress up, and venture out to eat. Always, we went to Bacci's Inn, a rustic, Old World Italian restaurant that had the best food outside of Little Italy. Our yearly pilgrimage to Bacci's was something we looked forward to with great excitement and much salivation. (The minestrone soup alone is to die for!)
|Salivating outside the much-loved Bacci's Inn|
|Granite, pine, and heavenly blue skies|
Suddenly, there it was at the water's edge: an ancient tree stump, its wood bent over in a surreal way, forming a virtual archway to the lake. I have never seen a tree in this shape in my entire life. It was astonishing, and almost unsettling in a way, to see something as magical as this.
That evening, Mark and I snuck into the Tower section of the lodge - no easy feat, as security is tight and there are cameras everywhere. You need to be a guest and have a room key to access the elevator (neither of which we were or had!). We craftily made our way to the top floor, walked to the front of the hallway and casually opened up the door to the balcony overlooking the front of the hotel... and sent a billowing cloud of Daddy flying out over the rooftop into the night! Across the famous hangout for mobsters, starlets, politicians, to mingle with the spirits of Native peoples.... POOF!
|Just after the deed was done... hee hee hee!|
PART 2 of Cal-Neva and Lake Tahoe adventures to come. Stay tuned!