On Christmas Day, while sipping hot cocoa in 70 degree Marin County, I realized that I simply could not say goodbye to 2012 without seeing snow. I’d ice skated, I’d consumed gallons of hot cider (and a hot toddy or two), and I’d decorated a Christmas tree to end all Christmas trees, but it wasn’t enough. Forget sugarplums- images of frigid air and blinding snow danced in my head.
So, with less than 48 hours’ notice, Jim and I booked a room at a slightly seedy 70’s-era casino and rented a Zipcar. The next 36 hours were exactly what I needed- crisp, cold, and so full of snow.
In lieu of dropping $250+ on lift tickets and rentals, we made my native Minnesota proud and strapped on snowshoes.
Driving home across the Bay Bridge and seeing the city lights, I realized I had butterflies in my stomach. That jumpy, happy sensation was the same feeling I had two years ago when our little Honda Civic crossed the Golden Gate Bridge for the first time. We were only away from the city for a day, but it reminded me of why I love it here. I tell ya, snow is good for the soul!