I am a good month and a half behind in my photo posting efforts, so I hereby declare this the Week of Photos.
To start us off, I want to share with you my adventures in Big Bear, California. Big Bear is a snow bunny vacation destination; at just over two hours away, it's one of the closest mountain resort towns (that I know of) to Los Angeles. Because it's so close, it's great for a weekend escape from the city. Hop in the car, drive along the base of the foothills for a couple of hours, turn left, and bam, you're high in the clouds, surrounded by giant boulders, pine trees, and snow. Not too shabby.
Toby and several of his coworkers share the same birth month, so the theme of our trip was February Birthdays. Thanks to Toby, we ended up renting a MASSIVE cabin mansion in the woods. It had a view of Big Bear Lake, a hot tub, and a layout that made my head spin. Think Swiss-Family-Robinson-tree-house-meets-Triwazard-Tournament-maze-from-Harry-Potter.
Oh, and did I mention it sleeps thirty-five people? Needless to say, it was a fun weekend.
The view from our balcony:
Domo & the gang got into the scenery too
My favorite part of the trip was our exploration day. We headed out with our friends Adam and Elise to check out the town of Big Bear and to see if we could find any good spots to get out of the car and hang out by the lake.
I did a lot of creepin' on Adam and Elise, but eventually they caught on, and so did Toby.
Toby really liked this random picture of him kicking a pine cone
My boyfriend, the model
On Sunday we hit the slopes...hard. Elise had never been skiing before, so Adam helped her learn, while I tried to jolt my muscle memory into action by getting back on skis for the first time in over a decade. It took a few tumbles, but I was pretty proud of the progress I made. My bravery ain't what it used to be, though; when I was a kid I would take ski lessons every winter, and my dad tells stories of sitting in the chalet, looking out the window, and seeing me hurtling straight down the hill, bombing black diamonds and generally having no regard for my personal safety. Those days are long gone. Now I zig-zag gently back and forth on wobbly knees, almost completely parallel to the hill so as not to gain too much speed. However, I hardly fell, and I almost always made it to the bottom completely unscathed. Perhaps not the most badass way to ski, but whatever dude, I'm alive and here to talk about it. It's all about the pizza pie.
Hardly any photos were taken of this experience, because uffda.
After a few hours, Elise and I were done. We celebrated our successes with cinnamon whiskey shots and beers while the boys took off to accidentally go down black diamonds and crash into each other a few times without us holding them back. I think we got the better end of the deal.
It was so, so nice to get out of the city to drink in some fresh air and pretend winter existed for a couple of days. That's the beauty of southern California: it has everything you could want, entertainment and adventure-wise. I still can't get enough of it. Toby and I drove away from the weekend feeling relaxed and happy. We pulled over a few times on our descent down the mountain just to stare at the scenery and appreciate where we live. It's a good life.
Can you imagine living here?
Happy Monday (and happy April Fool's Day as well, I guess...blech. Least favorite day of the year.)!