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2009 was the first year I’ve made the trip to Lake Tahoe with my lacrosse family.  For years now, Oregon laxers, alumni, and a few others have played in the Lake Tahoe Lacrosse Tournament every July, and for some reason or another, I’ve never been able to go.

Which is why it was a huge disappointment for me when I dislocated my shoulder (for the 4th time) in a lacrosse game two weeks before the tournament.  So although I wasn’t able to take the field again with my brothers, our fraternity of uncountable and undefinable characters and memories, I was able to bring my camera and shoot our games and off-field bromancing.

This is only the first part of our trip, actually the first day, so I’ll try and post a new segment every couple of days as I edit.

Click below to see the rest of the photos (10 Photos Total)

Chris, A.J., and I pulled the 6-to-6, PM-to-AM,  Portland-to-Tahoe drive.  After passing out near Sacramento I woke up to the sunrise as we approached the lake.  The next five photos basically show how I felt at that time: bleary eyed, delirious, and tired.

One of my roommates/teammates from college, Julian, lives on the west side of Lake Tahoe and that’s where our drive ended.  The first thing we did when we got there was break into Julian’s room, give him a big hug, and then pass out on the floor fully clothed.

An overnight drive sounds kind of ridiculous at first but I’ll give Chris credit for the idea.   We had the entire day at Meeks Bay while everyone else trickled in that evening.  I’ve never been to a lake quite like Tahoe, Shasta is pretty cool, but Tahoe has amazing rock formations, white sand beaches, and crystal blue water.  Every time we went to the beach I brought my Holga and my twin lens reflex camera, so you’re going to have to wait to see those prints.

The rest of these photos from the first day are from the barbecue we had at Julian’s house later that first night as everyone arrived.

Ben

Julian

Lots of Oregon love at ‘cue

A.J. standing in front of the Tahoe National Forest, straight across the street from Julian’s house.

Cornhole was a constant theme all weekend.  That’s Chris, our early morning driver tossing the bean bag while indulging the blue mountains.