Saturday – the short version: waffles, Sanjay, drive, mountains, Starbucks, drive, blog, bed.
Saturday – the exciting, digitally-enhanced and remastered, teeming-with-excitement-and-beauty version:
Yours Truly decided this morning to try a new waffle recipe from the book that Ma Fritzsche gave us at Christmas – only I needed corn starch and buttermilk, which required a brief run to Ralph’s. Following our sleepy-eyed expedition, I began the waffles, Gillian began the coffee, and thus began our day.
After he left, I got caught up in some budget-writing and tax-figuring, and before long, it was 2:15. So at 2:30 PM, we grabbed warm clothes, jumped in the car, raced out of the driveway and sped to a dead stop on Los Feliz Blvd.
…where we sat staring longingly at the snow-capped mountains north of Glendale/Pasadena, inching along at 2 mph for the next 20 minutes, until… Freedom!
Onto the freeway and out of the city. It was a gorgeous, clear, sunny day, and the LA basin was ringed in snowcaps. We drove east.
We stopped at an In-N-Out in Glendora.
And we climbed.
After a brief detour in the quaint town of Forest Falls, literally just above the snow line and filled with sledding families…
…and alpine homes nestled in the woods…
…we pulled up and into 8000 feet and Big Bear Lake.
It was dark by this time, nearly 6pm. We had seen lots of snow along the way and Big Bear certainly had no lack. Due to a late lunch, we decided upon a dinner of Starbucks cappuccinos and a cupcake…
…and then we hit the road again.
The drive home was along the main route in and out of Big Bear, and we had assumed that as such, it would be less prone to hazardous conditions. Well… we were probably the only people along that winding cliff-side highway without chains on. The roads were clear, and mostly just wet, but it was still 2nd gear and 15 mph for close to an hour. The views along the drive down offered breathtaking vistas of San Bernadino’s lights, crisp and clear.
Gillian took over driving for a while, and as we entered the east end of LA County, it started to rain. And rain. And pour, etc.
We stopped for gas just 20 minutes from home – in Pasadena. By this time, Gillian was inspired to photographically capture the image of California cars in the rain. She shot from the back seat the whole way home from Pasadena.
It’s still raining now and Gillian is battling some sort of problem with the camera, so any pictures you see in this post have been inserted after great consternation and battles waged with microchips and USB cables.
P.S. The whole lot of pictures is posted here on our Flickr page!