Sure, one of my eight bosses was all, "Yeah, I've heard the skiing's great this time of year," but the beauty of Tahoe in the summer is that you get all of the benefits of the place - the gorgeous views, the warm weather - and none of the cons (snow, being cold, the assumption that one will take part in snow-based sports, people driving in snow, etc.).

We randomly chose the greatest trail ever (Shirley Canyon trail starting from Squaw Valley for those interested), which involves half-hiking, half-bouldering your way up 1,300 feet of granite to swim in an alpine lake surrounded by snow-capped peaks.

It was so rewarding and fun that it almost made me feel better about turning my age that I turned, which I'm not going to disclose because it's the same age my mom has remained at for over three decades and hence holds an overwhelming stigma for me. Let's just say that Steve has been warned to call ahead to next year's birthday restaurant and ensure that I'm carded.