Ralph Waldo Emerson advised that one should go “Go oft to the house of thy friend, for weeds choke the unused path.” This summer there is absolutely no weed to be found at our house. Guest Season is in full swing and while exhausting at times, I could not be more pleased by this phenomenon.

I am certainly not the hostess with the mostest though I absolutely love welcoming people into our little Cabin in the Pines. There are things about me that prior guests know and new guests should be aware of.  First off, I am not a foodie. We eat to live not live to eat. Meals are simple, and if a guest stays long enough, redundant. That said, they are plentiful and gleefully served al fresco when the weather permits.

The accommodations are best described as COZY. With only 1,248 sq ft of livable space, most guests realize they didn't come for alone time. Yet, with beds for six extra heads, we can house entire families with comfortable beds, warm flannel robes, and hot coffee awaiting morning.

Speaking of mornings... I love being a tour guide and I strive to find unique opportunities while making sure highlights are not missed. Most times this involves early morning departures which I live for. There is little chance of sleeping in when one accepts our invitation.

And knowing that travel tales need to be told, a stack of Lake Tahoe postcards is offered for anyone who wishes to share the fact that they are vacationing in the Sierra. I appreciate this description of this form of communication, "Postcards: The Haiku of Correspondence".

My departing request, asked of everyone who traverses that well used path, is to sign my Guest Book. It is my way of documenting our guests' stories of their stay with us. Ibn Battuta said it best, “Traveling—it leaves you speechless, then turns you into a storyteller.”... even if your story is short enough to fit on a postcard or on one page of a Guest Book.

Here's to Guest Season!