One of the benefits of being a full time mother is flexibility in schedule, within certain parameters of course. It’s liberating to know that I can pick up and drive off to California anytime I want, as long as I’m willing to take Big E and little g along. I was not brave enough to make the 12 hour drive with no other adults so luckily Aunt Carrie and Cousin Kimbot drove their car in caravan with me. I only had the kids by myself for about 5 hours of the drive, luckily the hours they were the most subdued.
Ethan climbing at a park. He is fearless – climbing to the top of the caterpillar which was around 9 feet high.
Little g is not so little anymore.
Ethan’s favorite activity in California was visiting Curly and Mo, the goats in Aunt Carrie’s backyard.
Me and the kids are driving to California. I may be crazy.
By the light of the full moon…
Cousin Tacy and Cousin Kimbot joined Mountain Dad and I on a moonlight snowshoe to Stewart Falls.
I think we will make this an annual tradition.
How much is a good nights sleep worth to you? With an infant and a toddler who end up in our bed nightly a good nights sleep is a precious but elusive goal. So to purposely stay up late in order to walk through snowy woods seemed a little silly to me at first. But urged by the commitment made to friends and family and the promise of pristine, quiet beauty we did in fact decide to give up sleep and hike to Stewart Falls. The trail is fairly flat, but our group got stuck in a quagmire of snow covered branches surrounding the stream that flows from Stewart Falls. The beauty of a cold sleeping world was totally worth the trip. It reminded me of another world, one where there is peace and quiet, not crying babies waking me up in the middle of the night. I enjoyed the company of family and friends and the feeling that in addition to being a Mountain Mom I am also a woman, nature lover and wife. Sometimes its important to remember that.
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.