Remember how I was all crazy and blah blah blah about the weather this weekend? Well, did I mention there was a chance of snow? A FOUR PERCENT CHANCE OF SNOW? The Husband totally doubted me.
And yesterday? When it SNOWED ON US? Yeah, I looked at him and said, what up now, bitch?
It snowed on us while we made our way to Mirror Lake. Neither of us thought it was cold enough to stick, but on our way back through the same area, there was a very fresh, white and GORGEOUS layer of snow on the ground. It was incredible.
I know many of you are from parts of the country that have seen snow for months now, and I apologize for my enthusiasm, but this southern California girl doesn’t get to experience mother nature at her finest like this. And, yes, I said finest.
The trees were lush and green, having started to make their transition into spring, and there was this lovely white layer of snow clinging to their branches. I’ve only seen snow that was clinging to the lifeless limbs of poor gray trees having gone into hibernation for the winter.
This Yosemite trip has been incredibly different from the last, which was many, many years ago with my family. Let me tell you, it’s a lot more fun when you don’t have to worry about your mom yelling at you for paddling the raft in the wrong direction and how did you get stuck in a raft on a lake with your insane mother in the first place?