Time can cause one to fee like a sloth. At least I believe that. I've lived up here three and a half years, yet today is the first time I've been in real snow. Just in time to leave California for a less likely snow environs: Florida...
Yeah, Florida. There goes my hard-won status as a hill-climber in the cycling club. Just when I've acclimated to dry-heat and brown-tinted summers here, the ever-present panic of wildfire in summer and the bott-grabbing mud of winter slop in the pastures, we're moving.
But we'll look at it as an adventure. Gators, and maybe some surfing, since we'll be on the coast. And Amy's already calling me her fiancee. (She HAS to, to give me official status!)
So as a gesture to the California we'll be missing, I went with Ian's family to see snow and slide around in saucers and pelt snowballs at his innocent -- or not so innocent -- kids... and while I was up there. I wandered off to snap some pictures, though all I brought was my cell phone.
The Sierras are so beautiful!
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