Today Bruce decided to take me and the girls on a picnic in the mountains. He wanted the girls to experience snow. It was something they had been yearning for. They were so excited. They got their caps, mittens and rain boots and we all piled into the car for a relatively short trip up the Angeles Crest Highway.
The weather here in Los Angeles has been beautiful. The days are crisp and clear and the grass and trees are green from the recent rains. The drive up to the mountain forest reminded me of the Road To Hana in Maui. We even saw a waterfall. It was lovely.
We stopped at a little picnic area. It seemed everyone had the same idea. Families of all sizes, nationalities, ages had come out into the sunny day to see some snow - such a special thing for us Californians!
The girls were in heaven throwing snowballs at their daddy and climbing up small drifts.
Here are some pictures of them with their first snowballs. Something to be chronicled!
Bruce took this last one. I love it. Contented sisterhood. See the melting snowball in Emme's hand?
When the girls could ignore their appetites no longer, we drove up the highway a bit, turned onto a lookout area and parked. We picnicked tailgate style, feasting on fried chicken, coleslaw and lemonade. The view, needless to say was amazing. But here was my favorite view:
The picnic in the van was Brooke's favorite part of the trip. She felt like part of the gang sitting with us eating pita chips and hummus along with her King's Hawaiian Bread.
It was an unforgettable day!
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