Tahoe: Festivity, Beauty, Music
They say all’s well that ends well, but there’s something to be said for getting off on the right foot. The magnificent drive through the vineyards and rolling hills of central California into the mountainous region of Lake Tahoe was certainly a sunny beginning to the events surrounding and including the Achachay! show at Rojo’s (as in Row-Joe’s). Our hosts were an ever cheerful group of ski-bums, who tend to move in large packs and almost exclusively on bikes. They also get seriously amped up for shows, so when their excited state was bombarded with the absurd amount of energy Achachay! puts out during their shows, the basement of Rojo’s broke out into ballistics.
didn’t end with the show either, although it quickly became much less organized. After the show we got together in a house that is located a block away from Lake Tahoe, and once it seemed that the last of the pack had trickled in, we were out the door again headed straight for the water- djembe and guitar in hand. We outlasted the night, keeping both the cold and sobriety at bay, sustained by laughter, hoarse voices and numb fingers strumming on steal strings.
The truth is the Tahoe experience is one ya’ll are gonna have to ask each of the guys about individually, since we all have our own stories to tell. The Ryans stayed out on the lake until they met the first unforgiving rays of daylight coming up over the water, while Jordan and I opted for a crazy goose-chase of a bike ride through the dark to get us back to home base. If I even broached the topic of Emerald Bay, and how beautiful the landscape was this post would become of starkly inappropriate length, so sufficed to say Tahoe was not lacking in festivity, beauty, or (while we were there) music.