Growing up in the Kern River Valley, I have many great memories of going to Shirley Meadows. Learning how to ski, sledding with church friends, and ditching a day of school to ski with my Dad are among the memories that come to mind. But my most fond memory is of a time when the Robert’s family loaned us two snow mobiles. Joe, my Dad, my cousin Josh, and I blazed the Greenhorn trails and had a blast. Unfortunately, Joe and I were riding together and we hit a bump in the trail and his head flew into the back of mine. The result wasn’t so pretty. Needless to say, Joe had a broken nose. Luckily he forgave me for my poor driving and we laughed about that event for years after.
Its been many years since I have been back up to Shirley Meadows/Greenhorn. Today the Tucker family, Harley and his twins, and I went to check out the snow. It was a beautiful drive and not really as far as I had remembered from my childhood. A high school friend Leah Sturm’s parents were there with their grandchildren. They happily shared their sleds and helped us make a snowman. The kids loved the whole experience. I think they had more fun destroying the snowman than actually building it. And of course, they loved eating/ licking/ kissing the snow. Krissy brought hot chocolate and marshmellows to help us warm up before driving home. 
