Saturday, March 14, 2009

A Winter to Remember

It's been quite a while since I've posted on this blog. Believe me, my intentions were never to be this neglectful. Computer problems and uncooperative quirks on this blog have kept me from posting as I would have liked. So now, home again in Huntington Beach and typing on my IMac, I'm playing catch up.

On February 14th, the weather prediction for the next day, was to be the "storm of the season." As a native Southern Californian, I never want to miss the chance to enjoy a few days of REAL winter. So my husband and I packed up both our cars, loaded up the dogs, and headed for the mountains...our cabin in Big Bear Lake, to be exact.

During the twenty years we're owned this cabin, such predictions are oftentimes disappointing but this was certainly NOT one of them, as the following images will show. This will be a long post as I am including images from nearly everyday I was up there.

We're here...well almost.
The driveway will need a bit of plowing before we can get the cars in.
I didn't realize the area had gotten so much snow since the last time we were here, in December.
Also, time to take down the Christmas lights.


The next morning, this was the view from the front door.














Driving to town for breakfast. We were so glad our Suburban has 4-wheel drive.


Breakfast at the Lumberjack Cafe.


This is the view of the lake from Stanfield Cutoff. Well, it's there...somewhere.














I had to take these photos through the car window to keep the snow off the camera.

















Nothing is more beautiful than
a fresh coat of new snow.




Somebody's not going anywhere for quite a while.
















This is what big Bear Lake looks like after a big snow storm.














First thing the next morning, we found these footprints by the front porch. They are much larger than Wiley's, our Bouvier, who weighs 130 pounds. Hmmm...what do you suppose?


Driveway and street are plowed.
It's time to check out the neighborhood.
















This is why I love to come to the mountains in the winter...when there's snow.


As the days warm up, the ice on the lake breaks up.
















My last evening at the lake was, for a photographer, like being a kid in a candy store.

Time to say so long...until Spring.

5 comments:

Karen of Morningjoy said...

Your fresh snowfall photos are delightful! They make me want to jump in the car and head north. Thanks for posting all of them. They remind me of growing up in snow country.

Lorraine said...

No matter how tired we get of winter and snow, the beauty of it often outranks the dismay....beautiful photos my dear Suzanne, looking forward to more posts from you here :)

Teri said...

Okay, my favorite one is the old pickup buried in snow. I love the rust against the snow. Thanks for stopping by my blog and taking the time to comment.

Anonymous said...

I love your photography! Don't ever stop.

capturedforever said...

Oh. My. Word. Those are amazing! I love the green truck one! You are very talented!