Shasta

In honor of Reynald's birthday we spent the weekend boating at Lake Shasta. Reynald is French, Feisty and Fabulous. He is also all sorts of other adjectives that don't start with an "F". For example; loyal, humorous and cat-loving.

I've been missing Europe so I decided to pretend we were on a Mediterranean cruise. Our houseboat was ultra-deluxe and came with a hot tub, fireplace and a water slide. I'm thinkin this Mediterranean sailing fantasy may just last the weekend, that is until we came across the floating stag party with a handmade sign (a sheet and a spray can) that asked to "see our tits". Sure, you can see my double A's but thank you very little for killing my Euro sailing buzz! Which begs the question - why is it that most California lakes are frequented by ...how do I say this nicely.... people who could easily be cast in the movie Deliverance? It's like lakes and meth labs make a nice pairing. Lake Tahoe seems to be the only lake that has escaped.

The weekend was divine. Great people, great food and plenty of belly laughs. Nothing like a water slide to make you feel young again.

I love the series of Ian in my red hat - it was hard to pick just a few.