Stone Cold Stephanie

Journeyed to Big Bear Californi-ay this last weekend. As much as I relished in the 12 degree weather and all the magnificent delirious white winter hymnal creations, I have to say at heart I am a full blown tropical/hot weather lover. There is something magical about having thin crispy mountain air skirting around your face and body.....BUT, there is something stupid magical about having warm tropical (dry hot too) fluffy air invading your being. Hmmm.
Frozen tundra.






Sunrise.

Thankfully I didn't kook out and slip.

The morning light was electric and super clear.

Drank this down.

Drank this in.