Inspired by my Go Car skills, I’ve hired a gleaming gold convertible and am now gazing over Lake Tahoe from the Cal Neva Lodge Casino Resort.
“Be part of history at this truly rustic spot (with a real log exterior and huge boulders in the lobby) that opened in the 1920s and was owned in the 1960s by Frank Sinatra" (Road Trip USA: California and the South West)
Who could resist? Well, boys and girls, I present Ole Blue Eye’s palace of fun in all it’s rustic glory:
This place is ‘undeniably one of North America’s most romantic honeymoon locations’ (Cal Neva Guest Welcome Pack) unless, that is, you have the rare gift of sight.
Actually, that’s not quite fair – the views are absolutely stunning but the décor is more Sealink Ferry than Schraeger.
Of course, Tahoe is designed for skiing and we should be knee deep in white stuff right now, but my exuberant use of Right Guard in the mid-1980s means it’s as warm and dry as Ghandi’s flip flop.
With the snow-no-show, not many people have made it up here. Well, not many normal people anyway. There’re plenty of razzmatazz gambling grannies but not many folks who could carve on the slopes as well as the dinner table.
Tahoe is a mini Vegas and I’ve already dropped a whole three bucks on the slot machines. I’ll try again tomorrow when I’m feeling sharper, less full of festive cheer.
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