Some time after the new year, we drove from daycare pickup up to the mountain village of Wrightwood, only 90 minutes from our place in LA traffic. That means it's super close.
If you drive over to I-15, head north towards to Barstow and then Vegas, and turn left right outside of LA metro area, in ten minutes you'll be in Wrightwood, population 5000, elevation 6000, and with snow on the ground in January.
We arrived at dinnertime to our AirBnB, dropped our stuff off, and walked down to the street with the restaurants. We got pizza, took it to the brewery, which let us eat and me have a beer. (The pizza joint was take-out only.)
I haven't taken my pea-coat out since we moved to southern California in 2011, so this was pretty great.
The next day we walked to a diner for breakfast, and then played around in the snow for a bit:
In the front yard of the AirBnB was a likely grassy area covered in snow for us to snowman, as a transitive verb, "to snowman."
I think Corrie had more fun than Cass:
As we left the place at the appropriate time, we swiped a thrashed plastic sled from their recycle bin and returned to the gentle slope we played at after breakfast. Even Corrie braved the sled and slope, nine months pregnant and all.
Eventually we left for home, an hour and a half away, and 40 degrees warmer, all the way into the 70s.
We had a quick little snow trip, just the three of us, right before that time will be over. It was grand.
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