Going South, we started driving at 4AM and kept at it for sixteen hours. If we were driving a truck, it would have been illegal.
Going North, saw the "World's Largest Grinding Stone."
Not so much.
Warning: British Drivers Swerving Ahead
Lindee and I drove up to Sequoia National Park. Chris and Nate were going to come up to the snow, but they were afraid.
We went cross country skiing up in Montecito Sequoia Lodge . There were soup and sandwiches, ping-pong, couches and a roaring fire in the lodge. They had sledding hills and sledding tubes to rent. Bet Chris and Nate would have enjoyed that. Too bad they were scared.
Foster will fetching a snowball... Chris and Nate must be afraid of snowballs, too.
We brought up a thermos of hot chocolate. Chris and Nate missed it, but I'm sure they can get drive-through McCocoa in LA.
Viewpoint on the way down to the valley floor where Chris and Nate had been all day.
Andy gave us a cool fan powered by electricity generated by the heat of the stove.
It blows hot air into the room
The difference in temperature between the stovetop and the air across the thermoelectric element generates electricity to power the fan's motor.
Menorah night three it was a gift from Bill and Gloria.
I'm easily amused. Also, I can't get over Adam Sandler's Hanukah Song.
Lindee's Latkes on the Gerwin plate.
Lindee's pizza was crazy-delicious.
Lindee and I went to an evening lei making party at Holiday Spa using plumeria flown in from Hawaii.
After the Bat Mitzvah back East, it occured to me that after we met about twelve people at the lei making event and no one knows what anyone else does for a living. It seems that the standard initial questions, "What do you do?" or "Where do you work?" are not standard out here in Hood River. Is it an East Coast / West Coast thing? A Hood River thing? A lei-making thing?
Lighting the Menorah with Rabbi Moti. My sweet lid is a Stormy Kromer cap. Don't be jealous, get your own.
Menorah on night one, 25 Kislev 5768. Us Jews, like Lord Kelvin, count up from zero.
Who has the doper hat? Me or Motti?
Rabbi Motti Wilhelm wins...
Kosher Pino Grigio.
Rabbi Motti Pimped his Ride.
I met Kevin in in town early this morning. Thats me by self-timer.
Driving up to the mountain
It was crowded at the beginning, but thinned out later. It kept snowing. My legs were all jelly and I have got to get my ski legs back.
We had an "All-you-can-eat buffet" and drove back as the snow continued to fall. The road was un-treated.