| The day
            after Christmas I did something I haven't done in years - went to
            play in the snow. Of course, I would never choose to do this on my
            own, but the opportunity to go with my daughter Teri, grandson
            Johnny, granddaughter-in-law Brittany, and my great grandsons Jack
            and Colton, was irresistible.
             We met at
            Johnny and Brittany's and left for the mountains about 9 a.m.,
            heading up state highway 168 toward Shaver
            Lake. Going on the road with a two-year old and an infant under
            three months requires a lot of equipment. Since we also had snow
            gear, it was necessary to take two cars. Jack rode with his parents,
            while Colton and I were with Teri.
             He kept up a
            constant chatter of observation most of the way, noticing the
            mountains in the distance, trees at different elevations, and one of
            his favorite things, "neigh-neighs" (horses). When we
            started up the section of the highway that rises from 2,000 feet to
            5,000 in a few short miles, he announced that we were going way, WAY
            up. We
            started seeing patches of snow a couple of miles below Shaver Lake,
            and by the time we turned east on the Dinkey Creek Road, a layer
            of white covered the countryside. From that point on, there were
            spots of ice and thin layers of frozen snow on the road here and
            there. We never slid, but Teri is not used to such conditions.
            Johnny, in the lead in a 4-wheel drive Jeep, drove blithely on past
            several spots where Teri and I would have been happy to stop. However,
            we reached a very nice place where we could both park well off the
            road, at about 5,800 feet, and got into our cold weather clothing.
            Colton looked very
            sharp in brand new snow pants and boots purchased with birthday
            money from great grandpa. I had the long johns and top I had
            purchased and not needed for our Canada
            trip in January of 2013, plus several more layers, and was very
            comfortable except for my toes throughout the time we spent there.
            The temperature was probably never above 35 degrees, but it was nice
            and sunny and we were moving around most of the time. Just
            after we parked, Brittany strolled off to one side and immediately
            went into the snow up to her ankles. We had to choose where we
            walked and be careful. In shady places  the surface was hard
            enough to support us, but where the sun had hit the snow, the crust
            was thin and it was easy to break through. Fortunately, we didn't go
            very deep. Colton, weighing in at 30 pounds, could walk anywhere
            without leaving a mark. Colton
            had a little trouble at first, probably because there were slippery
            spots on the side road where we parked, but eventually he was
            running and jumping and having a great time. Activities started off
            with a sled ride - a pull up a gentle slope, and a slow
            slide back down. Then Johnny and Colton went up a steeper slope
            and rode down without incident. On Johnny's next
            trip, a solo effort, the flimsy plastic sled cracked and broke
            when he hit some lumpy areas. Another abandoned sled nearby made it
            clear that this spot required a sturdier vehicle. The
            surface of the snow was too hard, and the snow below too powdery to
            pack, but Teri wanted to build an "ice man" on a pair of
            nearby stumps. Colton refused to walk the short distance from the
            main road to the stumps, and did not want to get up on them. A short
            time later Johnny and I brought Colton back to this area and this
            time he walked across the snow with no trouble and allowed us to
            lift him onto
            the stump. He spent a long time there, first watching Teri
            and  Johnny build a tiny snowman, which he knocked off. All of
            us then started putting lumps of snow on the stump, and Colton would
            either kick them off or knock them off by hand. After
            this it was time for a 
            snack - cheese sticks, graham crackers and biscuits left over
            from Christmas breakfast, which Colton enjoyed while sitting in the
            open back of the Jeep. Obviously, Jack was not able to participate
            in most of these activities, but he did enjoy
            a bottle, given to him by Brittany and then Teri while sitting
            in a folding chair they had brought along. He spent most of the rest
            of the time napping, wrapped up warm and cozy in a sleeping bag on
            the front seat of the Jeep. In
            addition to his "official" snack, Colton followed the
            long-standing tradition of eating
            snow. We tried to guide him to choose portions that did not
            include pine needles. Across
            the road there was a large meadow with virtually no tracks, so we
            took Colton over there. Johnny went out first, making deep tracks as
            he walked about 30 feet into the area. Up to this time Colton had
            done no walking unless someone held his hand. I lifted him up 
            from the road bed to the edge of the meadow, and he trotted out to
            where his dad was, without even realizing that he was doing it all
            on his own. After
            that he ran around in the meadow, stomping and jumping trying to
            make tracks like dad, without making even a mark on the surface. He
            eventually laid
            down on the snow with Johnny and Brittany, went into the nearby
            trees, and finally experimented with sliding down a short slope
            on  his butt. By
            common consent we decided to get loaded up and leave while all was
            happiness, since Colton's normal nap time was approaching. He stayed
            awake for quite a few miles, finally conking out as we got out of
            the evergreens at about 3,500 feet, and sleeping all the way home. I
            was tempted to do the same. --Dick
            Estel, December 2014 |