This year Big Bear Lake, CA had an epic snow storm. Most of Southern California experienced flash flooding that damaged many buildings in the coastal cities. But we were absolutely buried in frosty precipitation. There are different regions in the Bear Valley area like Moonridge, Fawnskin and Sugarloaf and they all took their own measure of beating, but what I was amazed by was the sense of community in this area and brotherhood.
At first I began to question living in Big Bear because of these types of scenarios but now I feel a sense of confirmation. Rooftops are covered in feet of snow and holding, Chimneys are heating homes where the power is out. But all in all these abodes are boding well, even some of the oldest buildings. And now my family is snuggled by the fire playing Yahtzee and telling stories by candlelight at night and strolling through the streets of fantastic snow hills in the early morning.
I admit I was secretly terrified that we would all be stranded and trapped like the Donner Party but as I began to dig out of my driveway, I felt a ray of hope. And then I saw neighbors helping neighbors free stuck vehicles. And as I walked to the end of my block to search for any evidence of paved road, I passed smiling faces and welcoming waves. We asked each other if we needed anything and offered our open doors. Then I returned to my cabin home to face the fever with my family again only to find that we are becoming close in this time and that we are paying more attention. We have wood and food. We have shelter. And where some might think our home a prison, I feel like I am on vacation every day.
I do not know what it is about our home in Big Bear or the homes down the street from mine, but I am brimming with a new nostalgia that I have not felt since my youth.
The snow falls. We dig out. The roads get plowed. The tourists roll in. The stores open. We go out for fresh air. Rinse and repeat.
I think the best part and the key part is that we do not drive down the mountain at the end of the weekend, we just mosey back home on the side streets while foreign traffic stalls on the main boulevard. It's comforting to know the little tricks. It's comforting to have a home in Big Bear.