One of the benefits of being on the road is the ability to travel to where family is during the Holidays. Robin’s brother and sister-in-law and their kids just moved to Shingletown, CA. This is pretty much the best sounding name of a town in which to spend Christmas so we figured, “why not?!”
The best part about spending time up there, besides a rich time of blessings with the family, was that it SNOWED!!!!!!
Now, being an Arizona boy, and marrying a Southern California girl, we both were thrilled to see snow in the forecast. Add a forest that pretty much looks like Narnia and has a Christmasy name like Shingletown, and we were thrilled.
Christmas Eve morning it starts snowing. I only know because I woke up to see my child staring at me with a blank face, and then throw a snowball right at my face! It was too magical to be upsetting and we rushed out to stomp around in the snow. Here is what it looked like:
We learned a quick lesson though. Snow stays cold and wet, long after you are done playing with it. After the second day of snow (Christmas) my oldest son Joseph cried, “This is not how I thought snow as going to be. The movies leave out that it is so cold and makes you SUPER wet.”
Yes, we went through what many a seasoned winter parent goes through, the ritual of putting on layers of clothes for 20 minutes, only to have the kids step outside, slip, get their hand cold, and then say “I’m done with this!”
However, sledding and ATV’s ended up saving the day for us. After this adventure, we are headed through Southern California and out to Tucson to sand down and repaint the bus.