Oops. I meant to post this last Saturday. A bit long, so jump to my Flickr to view some pics.
Yes, Big Bear, California. It’s just one of the towns Southern Californians visit when they want to experience snow.
It’s an iffy proposition at best. Though the weather has been cold, there’s been little rain. Tuesday of last week, hubby looked up the forecast and there was a chance of light rain on the following Thursday.
“Perfect!” I thought, “we can go up to the snow for my birthday weekend!”
No rain, though. Friends of ours who have two girls, one NM’s age (they’re great playmates), went with us. As we drive up, hubby asked if I was sure there was snow. Um. Yeah, there were patches. And if you see patches from afar, then there has to be more up close! Right?
Well…kinda sorta. At one point, J was complaining in his seat. Thinking he was really hot because he was wearing his lion costume and his cheeks were red, we pulled over to get air. I think he was car sick. Everyone stumbled out and the boys were a little disillusioned. There was some stuff that looked like snow, but it was really dirty. Back in the car we go.
We drive past the official pay-to-play area where there is a hill with areas of different steepness where you can rent inner tubes and slide down. When NM was five we did that. Hubby didn’t want to do that this time because if it were slushy and icy, the kids wouldn’t have much fun at all.
We drive around the village proper and find the public parking lot. A huge pile of “snow” was on one side; this stuff looked more like soot because it was so gritty and gray. The kids climbed it anyway, gloved hands digging a little in hopes of finding something they can build a snowman (tiny snowboy? snowbaby?) with. Nada. Growling tummies demanded food. We headed to Starbucks since everything else was closed. The kids ate a ton! They must have been really starving.
Of we go to find the little zoo. Only, when we get there, the next door ski area dominated the parking lot. We’d have to literally walk half a mile to see the zoo. Nixed it. Off to the nature center that our friends had visited in the past.
That, we found. We go into the center to look around at the displays. If you view the pics, you’ll notice that they basically have lots of examples of taxidermy. I’m sure a squirrel wouldn’t want to be within five feet of a hawk. Well, not voluntarily anyway!
We find a trail and go hiking. Silly adults didn’t think to bring gloves. Too bad! Along the way, we find a decent-sized bit of ice masquerading as snow and it was even clean. Hubby, NM and playmate got into a snowball fight. Hubby was most pleased when he hid and the kids broke ranks and tried to outflank him with a pincer movement. J? Well, at this point in the day, he was missing his nap. The snow kept making his tired legs slip out from under him. On top of that, snow was something he didn’t expect: very, very cold! To cold to play in it with bare hands.
Things ended up just fine for him, though. He found that on our trail there was a bridge and that always makes his day.
We finally took time to eat something at a restaurant that hubby and I found three years ago. Home style American food which is always a winner for the kids (think burgers, hot dogs and macaroni and cheese). I was so hungry I don’t remember what I ate other than I enjoyed it. There’s something about a hike that makes one very hungry.
We headed home after our big meal since it was getting about that time. Not much snow, but it sure was a lot of fun!


