Last night we wanted to do something spontaneous, so Danny, Chelsey, Stephie, Vicki, Jontiel, Marchy, and I decided to drive up toward Big Bear, in the rain, at ten o’clock, with the intention of building a snowman.

Apparently it hasn’t snowed there in over a week, though, and when we arrived, we discovered that there was none left on the ground at all. In fact, it was a balmy forty-eight degrees in Deer Lick, where we stopped.

Still, the trip was a lot of fun, and now we’re just more determined to go again.