The rugged terrain forced us to attach snow cables (the simpler version of snow chains) to our RX and we continued to drive north for only one purpose: to play in the snow and walk around in 35 degree temperatures.
We ate, we played, I fell.
As I was walking around the town of Big Bear, I was calmly thinking to myself, "Damn, good job, Jane. I'm surprised I haven't slipped or fallen yet."
Then the next few seconds that followed were a bit fuzzy, and all I recollect is my brother laughing and picking me up and of course my sore ass bottom, I had slipped on ice.
SO graceful.
Heading down the mountain was prolonged due to constant brake lights being shoved in our vision. The sun was setting and as the clouds lay upon the purple sunset, I attempted to take a nap, but I was no where near successful. Other drivers were honking, braking, and definitely antsy to get down the tedious lump of snow covered dirt.
To top off our tiresome day, my family and I dined at a Chinese/French fusion restaurant in San Gabriel. Newport Restaurant gathers a hefty waiting list of hungry asians wanting lobster, crab, and shrimp. I wasn't too hungry to begin with, but I was captured by the architecture and decorative pieces that surrounded. Plus, shrimp and crab aren't good for my health, another story for another time.
I'm tired, my butt hurts, and all I want to do is talk with my BF.
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