Ski Destination: Lake Tahoe
Have you ever heard of marshmology? Neither had I till I went to Lake Tahoe. I also hadn’t been air-lifted off a mountain with altitude sickness but that’s another, much less glamorous story.
The point is: earlier this year I skipped out on the Australian summer and did a mini ski odyssey around North America. After weeks of hauling skis and ass around various mountains, I’d have to say the most eventful destination by far was North Lake Tahoe. Or more specifically, the Ritz Carlton in North Lake Tahoe.
It’s woody, it’s cozy, it has a fire in every room. It’s just so… American.
The nightly marshmology sessions were also one of the most glorious apres ski activities I’ve ever witnessed. They basically involve you making S’Mores around an outdoor fire pit until it either gets too dark to see or you make yourself physically ill on marshmallows and melted chocolate. If you ever craved a true American camp experience, à la The Babysitter’s Club, you’ll get it here. There’s even a marshmologist on hand, complete with lab coat, to help S’Mores virgins make the most of the pageantry.
Combine that with the equipment valet (who had to rescue me from getting tangled in my skis more than once) and in-built smokey BBQ bar, and I was pretty smitten. It’s hard not to be smitten with ski-in, ski-out luxury but the devil’s in the chocolate-coated details.
There’s obviously some epic powder to be had, don’t get me wrong. You can just carve it up ’til the coyotes come home if that’s your bag. But for me a ski destination is less about the actual exercise and more about the exercise reward. The food, the drinks, the outfits. When else do I get to wear fur earmuffs? When?! Exactly. I’ve never felt more like Mariah Carey in my life.