After a crazy snow storm in Big Bear, we woke up to find our cars buried in the white powdery stuff. Another snowball fight today, packing of cars, cleaning of borrowed cabin and the obligatory self photos of the snow-covered streets behind me, we headed down the hill toward home. We ended up leaving about an hour after this photograph in such a crazy downpour of snow that I was literally in tears and scared for my life coming down the hill. We all had snow chains on our tires, but the three carloads of family members still felt the slip and slide on the icy roads in zero visibility. I was glad I took this photo just in case it was "the last known photo of Cherise". I was happy to have had the experience, but if given the chance, I would have gladly stayed one more night and called in "sick" to work the next day.
