Jonathan Bock - Bass Lake Christmas
I have always
enjoyed a white Christmas, and often thought that if enough people wished for
it, it was bound to happen. Christmas
day 2003 dawned clear and cold, but by late afternoon the sky had darkened, and
a few flakes began to fall. The
snow quickly thickened, and Gloria and I decided to take a Christmas drive
around Bass Lake. At the crest of Road 222 the snow was falling heavily.
Cars were sliding and stopping to put on chains.
We moved slowly down the south road, and stopped at The Forks landing to
take in the scene. Large flakes were falling steadily, thick and lazy.
The lake was quiet, and veiled in a fresh white blanket of snow.
We reached home just before dusk, and the flurry stopped as quickly as it
had begun.
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