A winter day in Southern California doesn't get more beautiful than this.  Granted it took 5 days of pouring rain to get there; and yes, I mean pouring.  We're not talking about typical SoCal "pouring" as in: It's really just sprinkling outside.  But literally, downpour.  There was one day, where it seemed to stop... got us all excited.  I got my running stuff on (no riding -- too wet on the ground which would mean splatter, which would mean getting wet).  I stretched.  Put my shoes on, opened the door, and the downpour restarted!  The weather was teasing me.  It got so bad, I actually got on the trainer for the first time in nearly 2 years.  That is pure despiration.  Yours truly, was even driving a mere 50 mph on the freeway, with other cars passing ME.  Yes, I was getting passed on the freeway. 

Today, I rode my bike.  It was a tad chilly, but as you can see, quite beautiful.  Here in Southern California, people go to "see" the snow.  I started to see it about 5ish miles from home.  As I rode up Wildwood (with the best intentions to head up Oak Glen), I was passed by more cars than seemed usual.  The shoulder of the road became obliterated by snow, and apparently they forgot to plow the middle of the road (the double yellow was covered by snow a foot and a half high,with 2 lanes on either side).  Nearing the top of Wildwood, I began to see cars lining the already narrowed road and tons of people playing on the road side -- where there is snow, a Southern Californian will find a place to sled or make a snowman, or so it seems.  There was a line of 15-20 cars waiting to turn onto Oak Glen Road with more heading up from the opposite direction.  At this point, I decided that taking on the cars of crazy sledders was not the smartest thing I could do (plus, what a great excuse not to beat my way further up the hill!).  So back down the hill I went.

And back to Monday, we go.  How does that always come so quickly?

Going Green

There's a lot of talk about going green lately.  And while this usually refers to getting environmental (don't get me wrong, I'm a little of a tree hugger myself), that's not what I'm talking about here.  While the rest of the country goes white, we're going green, literally.  The hills are alive! with the sound of.... Wait that phrase doesn't work here, but anyway, we're growing grass.  We've entered the most beautiful season in Southern California, and one of my favorite.  I can actually say I like winter (in California that is, not Michigan).