OK, you all know what an ephemeral novelty it is to engage in snow sports in southern California. But the storms we had come through (while i was in bed with the Death Flu) left the mountains so sparkly white! Dan took Paul for their annual skiing trip last Monday, and on Saturday we packed up the kids and the gear and headed for Wrightwood. Egads, it tales a lot of time to gear two kids up for snow, particularly when we usually only do this once a year. Although I had managed to pick us all up snowshoes secondhand or at REI clearance sales, between babies and drought winters we had never managed to really use them. So this was our very first snowshoeing trip.
We went up past Wrightwood to Grassy Hollow and started out on the Pacific Crest Trail (which we plan to do a large section of once Paul is 9 or 10), but it only took us a minute to figure out that we could go wherever we darn well pleased. So we headed off over some hills and down some mild slopes, and I was surprised by how much everybody enjoyed it. Paul was a machine, forging ahead of Dan and bravely plunging down slopes. He did fall on his face a few times, but since he didn't complain I took that as a sign that he was really enjoying it. We stopped for a break and Dan & the boys (Eli rode in a baby carrier on Dan's back) had a snowball fight and made a snowman with a pine-needle mohawk. Then we snowshoed over to a large group of people and watched them sled while we drank lukewarm cocoa that i had been carrying in my backpack. They spoke Spanish and Paul was shocked - "Mama, they're speaking Spanish!" He always gets amazed when he hears people outside of school speaking it. I'm not sure why, as he knows lots of people speak Spanish. His pronunciation is really good now.
Our little day-trip helped me decide what we are going to do for President's Day weekend. I'm going to be brave, and we are going to Sequoia NP to car-camp and do some more snowshoeing. But since I'm a wimp, I'll be buying a tent heater.