We took off for the weekend and headed to Bear Valley, CA. It has been a super snowy winter for those parts of California and it kept on snowing. We arrived around 10:30 pm and immediately commenced the requisite first night drinking - celebrating the survival of the long drive.
The men went with the old fashioned game of bottle cap toss.
The gals opted for wine (and a nap) by the fire. Notice the existing snow drifts.
Saturday it snowed all day. The road is its own manmade valley.
As this is not our only ski trip this month, Matt & I opted to go snowshoeing. Bear Valley Cross Country has an amazing cluster of trails for cross country skiing and snowshoeing, as well as a sledding hill and a tubing hill. We were thinking about tubing until we saw that the hill was probably smaller than what we sledded as kids.
The trails were pretty busy - Team In Training had an event going on and there were very skilled XC skiers out and about. I didn't actually see anyone else on snowshoes, but we were tolerated as long as we didn't mess up the tracks.
The snow continued to fall the rest of the day, into the night and the next morning. When we got up to leave (had to get home in time for our Super Bowl party), we had to free the car from 2 feet of fresh snow. Walking to the car, I sank to my hips in the stuff. To imagine the first 2 hours of our drive home, stare at a white piece of paper. That's all we could see.