Living the ski lifestyle isn’t exactly easy for most busy parents. But where there’s a will, there’s a way.
It’s 9:30 on a midwinter Friday night, and a river of red taillights winds its way east along I-80 up and over the High Sierra. Many of the cars are heading to old family cabins and rental properties around Lake Tahoe—places that are dark and empty most weekdays. But late on Fridays they come to life with the warmth of wood stoves and soft lights and the comforting smells of home-cooked lasagna and chili and hot chocolate.