Big Bear Lake was awesome for many reasons—we had our own hot tub (I could probably stop there), the scenery was gorgeous, and the karaoke bar was full of *interesting* characters. But I also loved camping this weekend because it reminded me of home—minus the rain I usually experience while camping, and plus the mountain view. Great trade. 🙂
Big Bear is about two hours from Pasadena. We headed out Friday night after a necessary burger stop. My backseat car buddy:
Friday night, we sat in the hot tub chatting until we pretty much turned into prunes. The weather was perfect, even though the hot tub took about an hour to reach the desired temperature. Note: next time turn it on before getting in, to avoid turning into Popsicles.
The next morning, I dragged Dave out of the cabin at approximately 5:45am for some sunrise photos. With no coffee beforehand I wasn’t particularly lively. But the view was definitely worth it:
We drove around aimlessly for a while and may or may not have stumbled on some private property to snap a few photos.
The light was so pretty. It was worth the early wake-up call! Note: this photo was taken on my first private property of the day. Whoops.
After sleeping for a few more hours (5:45am is no easy task) we headed out for a late brunch on the water. There was a boat show going on, and in the parking lot we came across this fantastic limo:
Fun story: Every time I see a limo, I think Dean Cain might be in it. Why, you ask? Just a holdover obsession with the show Lois and Clark and the firm belief at the time that Dean Cain was the most amazing celebrity to ever walk the earth, thus he had to spend a majority of his time in limos. Are you in there, Dean?
We may never know.
The restaurant we had brunch at featured a Build Your Own Bloody Mary Bar for $3, or they would make you one for $6. I think the choice was obvious. I had no idea what I was doing, but I think I built a very nice Bloody Mary:
Brunch was followed by mini-golf, where the Bloody Mary gave me superpowers and I won. (This has never happened before, and will most likely never happen again.)
Afterward, we headed out to relax for a couple of hours, and Kelly and I decided Winston needed to experience water (other than bath water) for the first time. We took him out to a spot right on the water:
He was absolutely hilarious. At first, he didn’t want to leave Kelly’s side:
And then, gradually, he got a little braver. He was absolutely determined to get that toy out of the water, even if it meant facing his fear (and getting really wet and muddy in the process).
He was so cute. Eventually, victory was his and out he came, where he promptly jumped on some guy who then informed us that not only were we on private property, but dogs weren’t allowed. Party pooper. Good job getting him all muddy, Winston.
It was incredibly cute.
Winston was worn out from his lake adventures, so he took a little nap in the cabin while we explored some more. We visited Big Bear Mountain brewery:
It was fun 🙂
After some pretty weird karaoke (the highlight was a group dressed in full gladiator-style gear “just to mess with people”), we called it a night. (It should also be noted that Kelly performed “Baby Got Back” to thunderous cheers and applause.)
The next morning, we rode the sky lift, where Dave not only jumped around in his seat to shake the car and make me even more scared, but he also could throw empty Gatorade bottles down into designated trash cans below purely for that purpose (he missed). He was in heaven.
It was a little scary. And then I felt like even more of a wimp because the mountain bikers were all going up WITHOUT using the bars across their laps. Apparently I missed the memo that it makes you awesome to risk falling out of a ski lift. Their bikes followed behind them:
Kelly lifted the bar a little at the end and it’s possible that I freaked out. I’m not the bravest person in the world.
The view at the top was nice (apparently LA is down there somewhere):
(Photo credit goes to Dave on this one—I wasn’t tall enough to see over the glass. The trials and tribulations of being five feet tall.)
That wrapped up our trip, and we headed home after a trip back to retrieve Winston’s dog bed that almost didn’t make it home (and we STILL managed to leave Dave’s crutches there. Whoops. They are now Big Bear property and can hopefully be used by the next torn ACL victim who camps there.) Luckily, he is walking pretty well without them now. Sorry Dave. 🙂
I loved Big Bear Lake and hopefully, we can go back in the winter and I can conquer my fear of the ski lift (although to say I will actually attempt to ski may be going a little too far).