novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- lakes. (a gondola, while famously known for being a banana-shaped boat steered by vivacious striped italian men in straw hats with long poles, is also a large enclosed chair-lift of sorts that lifts you directly over mountainsides and up thousands of feet. (i don't gamble; i am much too cautious. and i especially don't want to voluntarily spend time in a place that sucks hope right from your fingertips.) each night after after thirteen hour shifts all i wanted to do was get tipsy and jump in the nearest lake (that would be donner, as we were in truckee at the founder of the foundation's summer house, the kids hurling themselves into his hot-tub without heating the water) floating mostly-clothed in the clear clear water broken glass and fish swimming under me, watching the stars, my hair drifting around my head like my own form of seaweed. but my co-workers went to reno so i joined the kids in the cold hot-tub instead. lake tahoe is beautiful and i know because i saw all of it from the top of a mountain while another group from our school drove a speed-boat through our view, tiny as a pin-prick, their wake just discernable. 12:04 am - 07.19.02 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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