Falling snow, bubbly car washes and joy

I am one of only three sophomores on the biology trip to Yosemite. The remaining are seniors and they are not shy about their dislike of me being on the trip.

It hurts, but I don’t care. I am too excited.

We track wolves, sleep in a log cabin, snowshoe and slide on our bellies through a pitch black cave formation called “the birth canal.” These experiences are unlike anything I’ve done before and I feel a joy so big it vibrates my entire body.

“It’s so beautiful, like I’ve fallen into a storybook,” I cry out.

I throw back my head, close my eyes and breathe in the cold piney air.

“You are such a child,” I hear one of the girls say.

A picture from my trip to Yosemite in 1993.

A picture from my trip to Yosemite in 1993.

We venture across a beautiful white meadow on our cross-country skis and it begins to snow hard. The guide decides we need to stop and wait out the storm. We pack down a circle of snow, stick our skis deep into the bank behind us and drape a tarp over the entire group. The snow is coming in sideways and blowing into our sandwiches and trail mix.

Some start complaining about the soggy bread and a few mumble about how tired they are. I am beaming. I’ve never seen it snow like this. The feeling becomes so big and suddenly I am crying, hot tears streaming down my frozen cheeks.

“Seriously,” one of the girls says and rolls her eyes at me.

On the last night, we are given a chance to eat dinner at the famous Ahwahnee Hotel. We dress in the big, shared bathroom. I feel like a princess as we walk to the hotel, my shiny black pumps slipping in the ice and snow.

We walk into the lobby and it’s all wood, chandeliers, comfy chairs and an enormous stone fireplace. I start to laugh as my heels click on the hard floor, the sound echoing all around us.

The restaurant has the biggest windows I’ve ever seen, wood beams crisscrossing over a green ceiling, candles in brackets along the wall, triangular-shaped chandeliers and stones that make me feel like I’ve been transported to a medieval castle.

We sit at a table in the middle of the restaurant and prepare to order.

“What did Queen Elizabeth order when she came here?” I ask the waitress.

She tells me and I order everything the same as her, wiggling in my chair with the pure pleasure of it all. Everything tastes divine and I can’t stop smiling. The rest of the students act as if they eat artisan cheese platters and prime rib every night. They laugh at me, but I am incapable of holding back.

On the return walk to the cabins, my biology teacher takes me aside. I love this man, admire him greatly, and I expect him to tell me more history or something interesting about the cabins.

Instead, he takes both my hands into his and gives me a very stern look.

“You really are naïve,” he says. “Tone it down a notch. OK?”

I nod and feel my cheeks burning hot. I lower my head and dart into my cabin. I cry myself to sleep, suddenly aware at how ridiculous everyone sees me.

What I view as excitement, they see as naïve.

What I see as being myself, they see as wrong.

It has been over 20 years since I heard those words, yet they still bring tears to my eyes.

It was the moment I started to realize what being an adult meant.

It was the moment I started to hear and care what others thought of me.

A few days ago, I went through a car wash with my friend and his 12-year-old son. I have not been through one in years and I could not believe how fun it was.

I point at the vibrant blue and pink bubbles being shot along the side of the truck.

“Did you see that?” I say.

The huge foam rollers smack against us, rocking us back and forth, and I giggle. I know it is just a car wash and my internal voice is yelling at me to “simmer down now,” but it sounds like a huge storm and I close my eyes and laugh.

“No offense,” the boy says. “But you sound like my sister.”

His sister is 6 and it makes me giggle more.

“None taken,” I answer back truthfully.

It felt good to let my joy out, to let the rush of excitement fill me up.

It felt almost like Disneyland.

I am tired of holding back the awe and wonder I feel every day.

I’m tired of drinking to squash my feelings down.

I’m tired of thinking there is something wrong with me.

There is not.

I’m going to take my kids through a car wash today.

8 thoughts on “Falling snow, bubbly car washes and joy

  1. I love this! I mean I am pissed at that fucking biology teacher! It really took me back that he told you to tone it down. I was at the edge of my seat hoping he was going to tell you how amazing you are for not caring about the other girls and for just enjoying yourself and feeling safe enough to enjoy yourself. What a fuck! But I see this excitement still alive in you Bridgette! It is what draws me to you:) Keep on bubbling.

    ​~ With Gratitude & Aloha

    Tracy Ikemire

    “Wherever there is a human being, there is an opportunity for a kindness.​”

    ~ Lucius Annaeus Seneca


  2. Hi Bridgette 🙂 I am a long time reader but this is my first comment. I had to comment because your description of the snow and the restaurant was so lovely and it made me feel like I was there. It sounded absolutely beautiful and it was so wrong of those people to laugh at you and your teacher to say that you need to tone it down. There is enough pain and sadness in this world. It is a joyous occasion when people can see the beauty in life and in nature. There are too many cynics. Dont give up and don’t try to dim your light. You are beautiful. And you are not alone. Sometimes every day can be a struggle but moments when you see pine trees covered in beautiful snow makes it worth it. Love, Kara


  3. This is beautiful. And nothing you describe points to naivete. You were just open and awake to the experience.
    I would much rather go to Yosemite with someone like you, than someone like them. That place is better than any church.


  4. I think that if somebody compares my joy and wonder to the simple things to that of a 6-year-old I would feel it as a compliment. It is so rare to find people with a clear and pure look on life!! Kudos to you for not letting your past experience cloud your present.
    Love your writing.
    (sorry for any mistakes, I am from Argentina)


  5. I went on the Yosemite trip too (in a different year). Your description takes me right back. Thank you. I have happy memories of that trip. I am sorry our teacher shamed you in such a disgraceful way. The ability to revel in freedom, joy, and beauty is a gift and rarely appreciated until lost.
    My kids and I like the pink and blue bubbles in the car wash! They smell so good. 🙂


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