This year Big Bear Lake, CA had an epic snow storm. Most of Southern California experienced flooding that damaged many buildings in the coastal cities. But we were absolutely buried in frosty precipitation. There are different cities in the Bear Valley area like Moonridge, Fawnskin and Sugarloaf and they all took their own measure of beating, but what I was amazed by was the sense of community and brotherhood.
At first I began to question living in Big Bear because of these scenarios but now I feel a sense of confirmation. Rooftops are covered in feet of snow and holding, Chimneys are heating homes where the power is out. But all in all these abodes are boding well. And now my family is snuggled by the fire playing Yahtzee and telling stories by candlelight and strolling through the streets of fantastic snow hills in the early morning.
I admit I was secretly terrified that we would all be stranded and trapped like the Donner Party but as we began to dig out of our driveway, I felt a ray of hope. And then I saw neighbors helping neighbors with their trapped vehicles. And as I walked to the end of my block to search for any evidence of plowed road, I passed smiling faces and welcoming waves. We asked each other if we needed anything and offered our open doors.
When I walked back to my house, I was welcomed by my husband in his robe with a cup of coffee. My kids were sitting on the floor of the living room playing cards and something felt right about it all. We had everything we need and we had each other. It is actually quite a relaxing getaway.
We were definitely forging new memories together in our new environment. It was very special to me. It seemed like we did the same thing every day, but oddly enough it did not bother any of us too much. Well, maybe my teenager.
I think the best part and the key part is that we don't drive down the hill at the end of the weekend, we just head back home on the side streets while traffic stalls on the main boulevard. It's nice to know the little tricks. It's nice to have a home in Big Bear.
At first I began to question living in Big Bear because of these scenarios but now I feel a sense of confirmation. Rooftops are covered in feet of snow and holding, Chimneys are heating homes where the power is out. But all in all these abodes are boding well. And now my family is snuggled by the fire playing Yahtzee and telling stories by candlelight and strolling through the streets of fantastic snow hills in the early morning.
I admit I was secretly terrified that we would all be stranded and trapped like the Donner Party but as we began to dig out of our driveway, I felt a ray of hope. And then I saw neighbors helping neighbors with their trapped vehicles. And as I walked to the end of my block to search for any evidence of plowed road, I passed smiling faces and welcoming waves. We asked each other if we needed anything and offered our open doors.
When I walked back to my house, I was welcomed by my husband in his robe with a cup of coffee. My kids were sitting on the floor of the living room playing cards and something felt right about it all. We had everything we need and we had each other. It is actually quite a relaxing getaway.
We were definitely forging new memories together in our new environment. It was very special to me. It seemed like we did the same thing every day, but oddly enough it did not bother any of us too much. Well, maybe my teenager.
I think the best part and the key part is that we don't drive down the hill at the end of the weekend, we just head back home on the side streets while traffic stalls on the main boulevard. It's nice to know the little tricks. It's nice to have a home in Big Bear.
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