I can still remember the very first time I saw Reno. It was 7 years ago now, but I remember it like it was yesterday. I had been accepted to the Orchestral Career Studies Masters Program at UNR and my friend Susan and I flew out to see whether I would accept or not. We flew in after dark and checked into our room at the Circus Circus. That was an experience in itself never having seen a slot machine before in my life!
The next morning we woke to cold, blustery, and cloudy skies. Everyone kept telling us that it was unusual weather for Reno in June but having grown up in Indiana I couldn’t really imagine anything else. It actually wasn’t until I moved to Reno in August that I experienced the incredible blue skies and constant sunshine of this beautiful state. (I had to keep pinching myself to make sure it was real…morning after morning…perfection!)
We walked to the University where I had a lesson with Philip Ruder. I love him to death. He is a fantastic violinist, the most genuine person ever, and an unbelievably great story teller! At the time though, I was nervous, played terribly and left feeling not sure at all about moving to Reno.
We weren’t originally planning on making the trip to Tahoe since our flight left in the afternoon but everyone we talked to kept insisting that we should. We had just enough time to drive up Mt. Rose, see the lake, and race back to the airport. Boy, am I glad we did! When we rounded that bend and I saw Tahoe for the first time, my decision was 100% made. It was unbelievably choppy and grey that day but it was the most inspiring, magnificent, and beautiful thing I had ever seen in my life!
And here I am 7 years later and enjoying every minute!