Big Bear

It’s the only place to ski in Southern California, and as you might guess from that alone, it’s an interesting trail town. My hotel room has a gas fireplace (that’s still operational in June) and a heated towel rack. We don’t even have those in Wisconsin!

Anyway, here goes:

I didn’t get a picture of the chain smoking bear, but here’s a constipated Santa…

…in the same empty lot as whatever the hell this is.

“Wait, now hiring—what happened to the last guy who worked here?”