Blue Lagoon
Sep. 17th, 2009 11:14 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
snousleNow into my second full day at my dad's place on the lake. This is not where I'm staying...
This is where I'm staying.
The architecture isn't quite so sexy as the former cabin, but the interior is a place of astonishing luxury. Granite and marble all over the place, a show-stopper kitchen, a stunning garden, and a lakeside guest cabin where I'd LOVE to bring a few horny bikers for the weekend if only I could get them out here.
Can't complain, my dad's a very lucky guy to have been able to build this house and live here. This is truly one of the most extraordinary lakes in the world - deep, clear, warm, and so pure you can drink the water without treatment. He's obviously got a lot of money, but not a LOT, he just spent it wisely. Property values have gone through the roof here in the past few years and today homes like this are stratospherically expensive. It hurts to see the kind of place we could have bought ourselves here ten years ago - coulda woulda shoulda.
It's orgasmically good to have nothing to do. No obligations, no deadlines, a wild and uninhibited stepmother, and a father that keeps my pot stash safe and plies me with alcohol. Oh darn. They enjoy a certain kind of Bacchanalian excess in retirement - wine flows like water, and dinner tends to consist of things like ten pounds of king crab legs and a salad.
We went out and did "the gawk" yesterday, cruising past all the mansions in a boat, snapping photos like a papparazzo. Curiously, but not surprisingly, the lake is home to several lottery winners. The cabin pictured above was my favorite, and can actually be rented for $200/night - not a bad deal if I weren't staying here. Lots of new construction going on, not exactly "McMansion" homes but frankly most of it is out of character for the environment. The old cabins, built by people of modest means, are considerably more charming.
This is my dad:
Yeah, I know... If only. ;-)
His aforementioned wife:
Myself, in lake-cruising mode:
Last night, we had an electrical storm, and with the first big rain of the season we woke to a newly dampened world. Very pretty.
Off to Vancouver tomorrow to see my mum and a few friends - I never have enough time when I'm there, unfortunately. Then it looks like I'm going to have a series of smokin' hot dates in Victoria and Washington State on the way back. Woof!
This is where I'm staying.
The architecture isn't quite so sexy as the former cabin, but the interior is a place of astonishing luxury. Granite and marble all over the place, a show-stopper kitchen, a stunning garden, and a lakeside guest cabin where I'd LOVE to bring a few horny bikers for the weekend if only I could get them out here.
Can't complain, my dad's a very lucky guy to have been able to build this house and live here. This is truly one of the most extraordinary lakes in the world - deep, clear, warm, and so pure you can drink the water without treatment. He's obviously got a lot of money, but not a LOT, he just spent it wisely. Property values have gone through the roof here in the past few years and today homes like this are stratospherically expensive. It hurts to see the kind of place we could have bought ourselves here ten years ago - coulda woulda shoulda.
It's orgasmically good to have nothing to do. No obligations, no deadlines, a wild and uninhibited stepmother, and a father that keeps my pot stash safe and plies me with alcohol. Oh darn. They enjoy a certain kind of Bacchanalian excess in retirement - wine flows like water, and dinner tends to consist of things like ten pounds of king crab legs and a salad.
We went out and did "the gawk" yesterday, cruising past all the mansions in a boat, snapping photos like a papparazzo. Curiously, but not surprisingly, the lake is home to several lottery winners. The cabin pictured above was my favorite, and can actually be rented for $200/night - not a bad deal if I weren't staying here. Lots of new construction going on, not exactly "McMansion" homes but frankly most of it is out of character for the environment. The old cabins, built by people of modest means, are considerably more charming.
This is my dad:
Yeah, I know... If only. ;-)
His aforementioned wife:
Myself, in lake-cruising mode:
Last night, we had an electrical storm, and with the first big rain of the season we woke to a newly dampened world. Very pretty.
Off to Vancouver tomorrow to see my mum and a few friends - I never have enough time when I'm there, unfortunately. Then it looks like I'm going to have a series of smokin' hot dates in Victoria and Washington State on the way back. Woof!
