Last week Mountain Dad was out of town and we got over 2 feet of snow! It made me appreciate two important things:
1 – Mountain Dad is great at snow driving and I don’t enjoy it.
2 – I don’t mind if snow blowing remains a traditionally male activity.
Amidst all that snow I was blessed to have the best snowboarding day of my life, floating down the mountain on so much powder it felt like I was flying on a cloud. I was giggling with the joy of gliding down the back mountain at Sundance Resort. It was an amazing feeling.
The adventure of this last weekend was much more interesting than floating on snow, however. Mountain Dad took cousin Michael snowmobiling at Daniel’s Summit. The powder was deep and exhilaration high. Mountain Dad carved through a powder filled meadow for 10 minutes with cousin Michael tagging along. The day soon turned sour, however, when cousin Michael jumped his snowmobile into a creek, flew off and landed in freezing cold water and ended up having to ride with Mountain Dad to the lodge and pay for a snowmobile tow. We’re still not sure if the water soaked engine of the snowmobile will work. Sad.