when i woke up this morning, i stepped out onto the balcony (where else?) and it didn't take me long to come to the conclusion that it was simply too warm for a mid-january morning for me to spend the day in the apartment pretending to be productive.
how my train of logic led to the place it did is still a bit of a mystery to me, but i went up on the roof, scoured the horizon to see if there was still snow on the mountains, and figured that at this rate, there probably won't be snow around much longer, so i hopped in the shower at set off around noon. after all, the last time i played around in the snow was probably a good four years ago, when i drove up to mt. lemmon outside of tucson with katie and whitney. (come to think of it, i really miss mt. lemmon. and the pie. mmm.)
by 1:30, i was up at mt. baldy slipping around on the ice and making a silly excuse for snowman which, with a little imagination, vaguely resembles a combination of myself and wall-e. (well, that's what i was going for.) i've still yet to take into consideration the necessity of gloves for this type of activity, so my hands lacked any sensation for a few minutes shortly thereafter. nonetheless, it was so incredibly worth it. (not to mention the fact that i was back in time for the 3pm sportscenter.)
it's little excursions like this (and leo carrillo, and whatever absurd adventures i come up with next) that make me so glad i decided to stay in los angeles; sure, i had to drive through an hour of pure nothingness between the westside and the base of angeles national forest, but the moment i hit mt. baldy drive and curved my way up and into the mountains, i'd completely forgotten where i was.
• distance from my bed: 62 miles
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