New day, different playlist. When we were about an hour outside of Tahoe, the scenery started to change. The canyon opened up to the jagged peaks of the Sierra Nevada and Carson ranges, firs and pines punctuating the landscape, and then we saw it: the lake below with its limpid blue water. Until this moment, I’d only seen Tahoe under cold layers of white powder as I skied its peaks and valleys. The snowless Tahoe, however, felt familiar. Ever since I was little, I've been drawn to lakes. Growing up in Arkansas, which is not exactly next to an ocean, my family always retreated to smaller bodies of water during summer. We tubed, wake-boarded, bobbed, made new friends, celebrated with old ones. The lake is always an invitation to be ourselves in our purest form. Maybe that’s why I was so drawn to Lake Tahoe during this road trip. Even though it looked different from Arkansas, I felt such a familiar sense of place here on this water.
“Please treat this as if it were your very own space. Welcome home.” –Andrew, Lake Club, The Ritz-Carlton, Lake Tahoe.
The moment we hinted at being thirsty, Andrew materialized next to our lounge chairs with lemon-infused ice water. When we went paddle-boarding, he sprang into action to sort out our gear. When we began to pack our belongings, he was there with a snack for the short shuttle ride back to the hotel. Much admired but not easily replicated, The Ritz-Carlton service depends on its Ladies and Gentlemen, who go above and beyond the call of duty.
No matter where I am in the world, I know that peaceful, easy feeling (song lyrics aside) isn’t too far away with good company, exquisite taste, a comforting touch and a helping hand at The Ritz-Carlton. There truly is no place like home.