Yes, I know you didn’t, but let me repeat myself (because that’s what I do). I spent the weekend on the West Shore of Lake Tahoe alone. I drove that road around Emerald Bay (10 mile an hour hairpin turns, with nothing between you and the cliff below except for bicycle riders) alone, checked into a bed and breakfast alone, ate salads and drank wine on my patio alone, and sat on the lake shore alone. I wandered around (even uphill sometimes) and took photos alone. It was lovely for a day. Really lovely. Not quite as lovely as seeing Steve and Alex return from their backpacking trip, but pretty darn lovely. A few photos of my alone time.
Oh, I did have coffee with the Queen. She was lovely, as well.