I’m home from our spontaneous weekend roadtrip, and I have a lot I want to say about it.
First of all, the reason we decided to do this roadtrip in the first place is because Chris wanted to do it. He brought up the idea a few months ago: “Someday, we should go on a spontaneous roadtrip. We’ll just get in the car and go. We won’t make any plans ahead of time so our destination will be a surprise!” But I, being the planner that I am, shot it down immediately: “I don’t like surprises. I like to be prepared and know what’s going on. What if we end up somewhere really lame? What if we can’t get a hotel room in the city we end up in because we’re trying to book it last minute?” Chris didn’t say it at the time, but it turns out he was pretty bummed that I rejected his idea because it was something he really wanted to do. So, in an effort to be a good wife and do that whole marriage compromise thing, I told him we should go ahead and do the spontaneous roadtrip weekend after the holidays. My only request was that we plan the weekend we wanted to go so I could get the time off from my jobs. We decided on MLK weekend because we would both have Monday off; we would leave on Friday to wherever it was we were going and come back on Monday giving us four full days to wander.
On Friday morning, we started packing for our unknown destination. I am already known for being a serious over-packer because I like to be prepared for every situation; Chris actually makes fun of me for this because I typically pack a big suitcase for a short weekend trip (this one included). What if it rains? What if I want to workout? What if there’s a pool? What if I want to dress up? You name the scenario and I’ll be ready for it. So since we had no idea where we would be going during our roadtrip, you can imagine how hard of a time I had packing. Let’s just say my big suitcase was a little bigger and heavier than usual.
We ended up leaving Sacramento around noon. At this point, I was getting excited because I was finally going to get an idea of where were going! When we approached the freeway, we decided we didn’t want to go west or south because we didn’t want to end up in San Francisco or LA, so we decided to go east. A couple hours later, we ended up in… North Lake Tahoe! We decided to stop in Tahoe because not only is it a dog-friendly city, but we hadn’t been to Tahoe since we attempted Tough Mudder in 2013, so we figured a visit was overdue. Once we decided to stay in North Tahoe for the night, I immediately started researching dog-friendly hotels on my phone. I ended up booking a room at the Rustic Cottages in Tahoe Vista. If you ever need an inexpensive, dog-friendly, Tahoe-esque place to stay in North Tahoe, I would highly recommend this place; their cottages are cute and cozy, and they serve a great complimentary breakfast.
Once we were all checked in, we decided to check out Tahoe City and get dinner. As it turns out, Tahoe City on a Friday night is not very lively: a lot of their shops were closed and there weren’t very many people out at all. This is also when the reality of having Otis with us started to sink in: we couldn’t do a whole lot with him there. We couldn’t go into any restaurants, even the ones with patios because the patios were closed for the winter. Chris and I couldn’t go into any shops unless one of us stayed outside in the cold with Otis. All we could really do was walk Otis around.
Luckily, we eventually found a restaurant with a few picnic tables outside of it. They weren’t doing table service outside, but we were able to order the food at the counter inside and then take it outside to eat on the picnic table. Once we finally got some food in our bellies, we decided to call it a night and head back to the hotel. We were exhausted not only from the car ride, but also from having Otis with us. Otis’ last owner didn’t train him
at all very well, so sometimes he can be a handful!
We woke up pretty early the next morning thanks to Otis (sometimes he lets us sleep in, sometimes he likes to wake us up at 6am to play), so we decided to take him outside to the beach across the street from our hotel and watch the sunrise. This was my favorite part of the weekend.
After getting a short nap in, we checked out of the hotel and headed back to Tahoe City in hopes that there would be more going on during the day. Chris also found out about a couple dog supply stores on his phone that just so happened to be in Tahoe City, so we decided to take Otis there and get him some treats.
At this point, we decided to leave North Tahoe and move onto our next destination. This is when the spontaneous part of our roadtrip started to get a little frustrating. We decided to keep heading east on I-80 to Reno, Nevada; we thought this would be a fun destination because neither of us had been to Reno in years and we would be in another state!
WE WERE WRONG.
To be continued…