Believe it or not, SNOW can actually be found in the mountains by the desert.
You have to be willing to drive...with a not-at-all-fun-to-drive-with child who sometimes even Dora on DVD can't console...but boy howdy is it ever worth it.
You see, snow is such a rare commodity in our book that I think our kids were more excited to drive into that winter wonderland than they would have been to drive into Disneyland. Seriously.
The glitter of pure glee in their eyes made me want to just kiss our friends who invited us up to their place up there. Thank you thank you thank you.
This trip to the snow gave me four epiphanies:
1) My blood has turned thin from living for eight years in the desert.
2) I am a wimp.
3) Sunday boots made with fake leather are no good for sledding...no warmth whatsoever there.
4) Everyone should, at least once a year, have their toes almost turn into pure, bonifide ice cubes while enjoying snow, and then should be warmed in front of a fire while sipping hot cocoa. It does a body good and toughens up wimps like me.
Don't go thinking a little cold could deter me from taking pictures. No way.
In fact, I'll let the pictures do the rest of the talking:
I had to post this last picture...what is up with that chipmunk smile?
Snow = fun (at least for a couple days...until it turns all black from cars and stays around until April)
Thanks again, dear friends, for such a great trip.