Tahoe is always pretty much the last place I want to go to in the winter. Not sure if it is because I grew up in the French Alps and think I am so done with the snow and cold... I'd much rather be on a beach somewhere. But, this said, when we do end up there... Ahhh! Brings me right back to my teens; love the fresh and crisp air; love the landscape, the lake, the snow... I have to remind myself of this every time we get ready to go and I start dragging my feet. Thank you Cousin Bill for a fantastic time!