Last year, before we moved into the bus, San Diego had one of the mildest Winters I have ever experienced. With warm, dry days that allowed for shorts and flip flops, it was like an early Spring.
Had you told me then that this Winter we would wake up on New Year’s Eve in a BUS to SNOW FALLING ON THE GROUND, I don’t think I would have believed you. Yet, honest to goodness, the children were on the porch that morning running around catching snowflakes on their tongues. They were positively thrilled.
None of it actually stuck to the ground, not surprising since it hasn’t since 1967, so we decided that a trek to where the snow had REALLY fallen was in order:
We were terribly under-dressed, as proved by the fact that Finn is wearing the gardening gloves he got for Christmas… still, they had a blast. Until their hands went numb, of course.
Afterward, we promptly ordered a propane heater from Amazon and spent the next few nights of freezing temperatures at Noah’s sister’s house (while their family was out of town) until it arrived yesterday. Hooray!
I do have to say though, the fact that we had record temps this Summer and it has already SNOWED this winter… it’s kind of starting to make me think this whole adventure of ours was rather ill timed, to say the least.
At any rate, I hope everyone had a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!
Sawyer would like to wish you the same, but he’s a little busy right now.