So we thought we’d do a little something different to
celebrate St. Patty’s Day. Instead of
going to one of the many celebrations here in the OC, we took a trip up highway
38 to Big Bear Lake. The weather
forecasters, who usually have a winning percentage in the 40 percent range, hit
this one spot on…unfortunately for us.
We had a great plan to check out the Big Bear Mountain
Brewery and sample one of their many fine craft beers along with a great
mountain burger. According to their
website, the Big Bear Mountain Brewery and Restaurant
building on Red Ant Hill is one of the oldest commercial buildings in Big
Bear. It was built in 1925 by a renowned
pioneer of Big Bear named Bill Knickerbocker. The big pale yellow building was
the original home of the Masonic Temple, but now the historic landmark building
has a hand-crafted wooden bar and rustic ambience. I was really looking forward to trying their
Old Miners Gold, a honey blonde, Little Beaver, a Cali Pale Ale or The Grizzly,
a Chocolate Porter. I had hoped to speak
with owner/brewer about attending Taste of Brews in Riverside on Saturday, June
2.
That day may eventually come, but not on this weekend. So the storm arrived a little late, but
packed a heavy punch. I’d estimate a
good foot of snow dumped on Saturday afternoon to early evening making the
roads treacherous. The winds were
whipping up and visibility was nil. We
would have given it a go but our good friends at Snow Summit left a sizeable
berm of ice and snow at the end of the driveway making it impossible to get out. OK, so we decided to give it a go on Sunday
instead…better late than never!
We weren’t lacking for food having packed enough for an
extended stay. I really screwed up
though and forgot to bring any beer thinking we’d hit the brewery and stock up
on our favorites. Fortunately someone
had left a 12-pack of beer.
The snow continued overnight on Saturday into Sunday;
another 6-8 inches at least. It took
nearly an hour of digging snow tunnels for our dogs, Chip and Dip, to make
their way around the yard. Not used to
the altitude and already exhausted, it then took another hour of trying to clear
the now four foot-high wall of snow at the end of the driveway. Fortunately for us, a couple of Snow Summit
employees ventured by with a snow plow and cleared the berm. Excited, we finished a couple of (literally)
ice cold beer, made a few snow angels (like teenagers) and headed into
the house for a well-deserved break.
Well, Mother Nature was having her way with us on this
weekend. The skies opened up again with
heavy snow and high winds, dumping another eight inches—the snowboarders
must’ve had a field day on the fresh powder.
It felt to me like Groundhog Day all over again, having to re-dig the
dog’s paths and clear a route to the car only to find yet another huge
berm!
Alright, even I could read the tea leaves on this one. I cleared as much as my exhausted body would
allow and headed into the cabin to build a fire, grill some burgers and suck
down another Blue Moon. The snowflakes
continued to fall well into the evening on Sunday, leaving me no choice but to
watch the Walking Dead Marathon. So much
for best laid plans and the trip to Big Bear Mountain Brewery. There’s always next time, but I do hope they
pour at Taste of Brews. I really would
like to sample that Honey Blonde!
See you all on June 2nd at White Park.