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Henry woke up and looked out the window and said, "Mom, it's snowing!" "No, it's not" I said. "Yes, it is" he insisted, and it was true. We woke up in Idylwild and it was a white Thanksgiving. Were we prepared? No. Not after running the 5K Turkey Trot in Dana Point in 80 degree weather the day before.