Squaw Valley and Wanderlust

Just like peanut butter and chocolate, they finally put two of my favorite things together in one weekend: yoga and indie pop rock. Who was loving it? ME!

We saw amazing bands and went to fantastical classes with teachers like Sianna Sherman, Kenny Graham, John Friend, Shiva Rea, Katchie Ananda, the whole nine. They were outstanding and we got to try styles of yoga we never would have dreamed of and really enjoyed it. The music was the best ever too! We saw Gillian Welch, Jenny Lewis (she was so cute I just wanted to put her in my pocket!), Spoon, Broken Social Scene, Andrew Bird, and a bunch of others I can't remember. So we stretched in the morning and rocked it in the evening. Not a bad deal. I would go again in a minute. And Miss B agrees.

Plus check out these pictures of Tahoe. How can you not have a good time with beauty around you like that? And an interesting fact that I did not know, the 1960 winter Olympics were held at this location. We got to hang out in a hot tub and pool at 8,200 feet. Not too shabby.

One bummer, yogi = the new hippie. Don't get me wrong, I was a hippie in college and certainly lean towards hippie-like things from time to time. But some of these folks were way out there and trying not to be a hippie and calling yourself a yogi when really, it's the same thing. Maybe they will figure it out. If they don't, well who really cares anyway, right? So perhaps I can start a new era, that of the hip-yogi. We would shower. We don't have to wear twirl skirts or smell like patchouli (I do like patchouli by the way but not in gallons). We can have the yogic philosophies with good fashion. I think I am onto something. Hm....