I just returned from a weekend in Big Bear and it was one of the best getaways I’ve ever had. It was my second time to this little mountain town, but this time was about 1,000 times more enjoyable. I fell in love and now I want to buy a house in the woods somewhere on a mountain. I’m not even kidding.
I took off work last Friday and got in my long run with Sheri bright and early before heading to Big Bear. We crushed 14 miles in crazy humidity and when we finished, every inch of clothing was soaked with sweat. It was just one of those days. We ran about 20 seconds per mile slower than a week ago and my heart rate was much higher — proof that heat and humidity can really slow you down and make you work. I’m just glad I have a friend willing to run for 2 hours at 6:15 am on a Friday with me (and trade her gummies for my larabar midway through). That’s love, y’all.
A few hours after my sweaty run, Brittany, the two pups and I were on the road to the mountains with her mom, little brother and sister in tow. We caravanned our way through some gnarly traffic and eventually made our way up the mountain and landed at the doorstep of our adorable cabin in the woods.
It was the most precious cabin tucked into its own little spot amongst the pines. Our bedroom opened up to a huge wooden deck overlooking trees on trees on trees. It felt like a little slice of heaven.
I crashed hard the first night after a home cooked dinner and a never ending game of Uno. I was woken up bright and early Saturday morning from the sun peeking between the trees into our room. Way better than alarm clock, am I right?
Brittany did the 25 mile Tour de Big Bear – a bike race around Big Bear Lake – while I enjoyed some coffee with Stacey (Brittany’s mom) and took Gunner for a trail run.
Our cabin’s proximity to the the expansive trail system was just ridiculous. We were literally steps away from a trail head that connects to countless single track trails with gorgeous views. I was able to let the bud off the leash and so he could lead the way. Every so often a mountain biker would fly past us, but for the most part, it was just us. It was one of those runs where I was in complete awe of my surroundings and so, so, so incredibly grateful to be alive. Runners, I know you know what I’m talking about.
After Brittany’s cycling adventures we picked her up from the little village area and headed to the lake. We rented a boat and spent a few hours cruising around, basking in the sun, taking a dip and enjoying some lunch.
Side note: I guess I didn’t realize how petrified I am of being in open water and I seriously needed to wear a life vest to even go into the lake. It was laughable but hey, I still plug my nose to go under water so it’s not that surprising. I can go in the ocean no problem (as long as I’m close enough to shore) but being in the middle of the lake just terrifies me. Anyone else?
Our day on the boat made for a group of exhausted, sun drenched people and we all crashed when we got back to the cabin. I love nothing more than a good afternoon nap and I enjoyed every glorious minute of that sleep. I woke up, read a little bit of my book (The Girls) and then we went on a big family sunset hike. I showed everyone my running trails and everyone got a little more fresh air which always lends itself to a great night’s sleep. We cooked another healthy dinner together and enjoyed it with some wine. I am so glad we stocked our kitchen with food and cooked our own meals because I always feel 10x better when I eat well on vacation.
When we woke up Sunday I was already sad that it was our last day. I had some next level relaxation and contentment on this trip and was not ready to say good-bye. I knew I needed to get in one more run on those gorgeous dirt trails so I grabbed Gunner and off we went. Brittany and Michael (her little brother) took off one way to hike and I went the other to run. I was able to go a little bit farther than the day before and connect to another trail with a wide lake view. I feel like I could’ve run all day.
Before I knew it, we were packing up and locking the door to our idyllic little cabin. I could’ve stayed a month – no exaggeration. Give me a stack of books and pair of running shoes and I would be good to go. I’m already trying to plan my next trail running mountain getaway. Any suggestions for trail running getaways in Southern California? Let me know!