Until last summer, the farthest
west I had ever been in the US was Champaign, IL. All my family lives on the
East shore, so I never thought much about going west. That is, until I saw some
pictures of Lake Tahoe. These pictures convinced me that I had to go there someday,
and I couldn't stop thinking about it. Then, one day, my dad said that he
missed me and my sisters, and wanted to take a trip with us. We all live in
different places, so usually our trips consist of visiting each other in one of
those places. But this time he wanted to do something different. Jokingly,
I said: “Well, Let’s go to Lake Tahoe!”
I thought he was going to giggle
and change the subject. But somehow he liked the Idea, and we decided to take a
trip to the Bay Area, and drive to Napa Valley and Lake Tahoe. The Bay Area and
Napa Valley were great, but Lake Tahoe was definitely the high of the trip for
me. I couldn’t believe it. Growing up an hour away from the Caribbean, and
going on countless summer vacations to Aruba, I thought that the lake would be
cool, but not much of a paradise. I was completely wrong. To me, this was at
par, if not better, than most beaches I’ve seen before. It was incredibly
beautiful, the water was so clear; there were huge rocks everywhere, and
mountains on every side. The temperature of the water was perfect; slightly cold,
but great for a hot summer day.
When I left this place I wondered
if I would ever get to go again. I had no Idea that I would be moving only
three hours away! Now I can’t stop thinking about how I will be going there
every time I get a chance. I am the luckiest!
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