Virginia City once again welcomed hundreds of classic cars as the official kickoff location for the 40th anniversary of Hot August Nights and we were there.

We were there for the Show-n-Shine along historic C Street. Nearly 400 registered classic vehicles were showcased with the most amazing backdrops... The historic buildings of this city from the 1800s. The photos tell the story!
















This was the perfect end to Julie's birthday month and a fabulous last, full day together.

There are certain places, in a Tahoe Summer, that demand returning to. Round Hill Pines Beach Resort is one of those very special places.

In order to get the perfect beach spot, one must arrive early... Hence the need for coffee in this idyllic setting.
Until today, I had never read the motto on the back of my Tommy Bahama beach chair. So dang true, "Make life one long weekend"! Fun stuff.
A few years ago, I invested in a kayak paddle. For some, it's easier to sit on my Stand Up Paddle board and kayak about. Julie enjoyed the option and loved her alone time on the Lake.


Me? I'm a traditionalist!

As often on a Thursday night, we strolled to the Commons for the weekly Live at Lakeview Concert. We go not knowing the musical genre and tonight couldn't have been more fun- Country Western!
Jakota Wass (only 23 years old) thoroughly impressed. According to his very well done webpage, "Northern Nevada country music artist. Deeply influenced by a western upbringing, I translate life experiences into original music along with classic songs you all love." Darn right he does!

You got to love a boy who brings his momma up on stage to sing a duet. We really like this guy.

During intermission, Jakota took the time to mingle with his new fans. So dang sweet.

What a place to end a day. Wowsers.

Our day began at full tourist speed with no signs of slowing down.

This is Jenny's view from her deck. She is stuck at home recuperating from surgery but graciously offered us her kayaks for a morning of meandering on the Lake.


Mark Twain said it best, “As it lay there with the shadows of the mountains brilliantly photographed upon its still surface, I thought it must surely be the fairest picture the whole earth affords."


Hahaha... at our skill level, this was not a problem.
After a delightful lunch at home, our afternoon was spent at the Meyers Mountain Market.


We even found a new, fun snack at the Grandma Stags seasoned pretzel booth.
Whenever possible I try to have a photo opportunity here. This iconic South Lake Tahoe "Welcome Sign" is one of the most photographed landmarks in the South Shore. It was envisioned in 1993 by then Planning Commissioner Hal Cole, and designed and built by Cole and local artist Dan Jones in 1994. It was built entirely with donations from community members, including a generous donation from Bill Ledbetter.
Our long held plans were to end our day here.
Julie is a big Eagles fan so I secured tickets to the Valhalla Boathouse's sold-out performance by Life in the Fast Lane: A Tribute to the Eagles.
Since their debut in 1993, this incredibly talented quintet has earned their place in the music industry as "America's Most Authentic" Eagles Tribute Band. Performed with enthusiasm, style and conviction, LIFE IN THE FAST LANE brilliantly re-creates the harmonic sounds of the legendary Eagles.
Until tonight, I never realized I was an Eagles fan. These guys ROCKED.
Since Steve didn't have a ticket, he joined 50 other poachers and enjoyed the show from outside. He met up with us during intermission.

I was hanging around the band, like a groupie, when I heard the professional photographer gather them up for a professional photo. I grabbed Julie and Steve and followed them.
When the photographer was done with his desired images, we jumped in and asked him to get a picture of us with the band. Oh my gosh. For those who don't know, this is classic ME.
And what was Steve doing during this 2+ hour concert. This is a photo I took from my seat of him milling about outdoors. Turns out there was a bar there and a number of people willing to dance with him. Hysterical! "How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat. Some dance to remember, some dance to forget."
At one point, the Boathouse's female audience got tired of dancing in their seats and took to the floor in front of the stage. One gentleman who was dragged onto his feet went out and grabbed Steve telling him, "I can't be the only guy up here dancing!" Steve is now a fan, too!