We all have that one magical place that makes everything better: for some people, it’s the beach, for others it’s a spa, and for me it’s Big Bear, CA. Every time I go there, it’s like anything bad goes away and is magically replaced with all of the good feels. So many good feels.
The first time I visited Big Bear was October of 2012 for E’s birthday. Neither of us had ever been, but we knew there were cabins, and mountains, and hiking. (Oh my!) We stayed at Eagle’s Nest bed and breakfast in one of their small, but adorable, cabins. I had told the owners that it was E’s birthday, and they had a stuffed bear and coffee mug waiting as birthday gifts in the room. That was pretty adorable, actually. There was a working fireplace, and a seriously amazing stack of pancakes every morning. We went hiking during the day, and I only slid down the mountain on my ass once. That’s pretty decent, considering my clumsy track record.
Since it was October, we also went to the local Oktoberfest activities. Which were hilariously silly and filled with local flair. (Like the man in lederhosen and pigtails who let us cut in line for beer.)
After that, we ended up returning to Big Bear for my birthday in January. At that time of year, things look quite different: snow covered roads, lots of snow, and did I mention snow? The trip was equally relaxing, and had that wonderful effect of making me feel like I was away from LA, but somehow right where I was supposed to be.
E and I went back to Big Bear this past weekend, and stayed at the Gold Mountain Manor B&B. It was a little more off the beaten path, but the owner, Cathy, had amazing things like happy hour every day at 5 p.m., and fresh cookies a little after lunch. She made us feel totally at home, and totally relaxed. The weather also helped quite a bit. It’s still in the 80s in Los Angeles, but Big Bear dipped into the 20s at night, and it made me feel like it was finally about that time for the holidays.
Did I mention that Big Bear is an insane town? As E said, “Everything is normal, but just slightly off.” See the Notti Potti bike we stumbled upon…Now that we’re back in LA, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to find a cabin in Big Bear and spend the rest of my winter there. Hopefully, in the near future, I’ll be able to spend a whole week there and find the meaning of life. Or just more of those fresh baked cookies that Cathy serves up. Whatever works for me, really.