It was the last day of winter break, and since the snow didn't come to us, Michael suggested that we go to the snow—up on the mountain. It was a superb idea.
It was white, white, white everywhere with sparkly blue skies. Very different from our valley greens. It had been years since we were there in winter (or at all) but I can't say that it ever looked prettier.
Perry was totally and completely in love with the snow. I told him he was glowing and he said, "I know."
Our only mission was to find a little place to go sledding. And just a short distance past this sunken cabin, we found such a place.
There were hiking trails and cross-country ski paths everywhere so we followed a winding path and tested out a few runs before we found what we were looking for.
The sun was low and bright and it streamed through the dense trees like this all afternoon. I couldn't get over how beautiful and dreamy it looked.
(And I don't think Perry was the only one in love with the snow…)
It was quiet and cold and Michael pulled the kids up and over the hills on their sleds until he just couldn't do it anymore. I didn't think the kids would ever get tired.
After we'd stayed until our cheeks were bright pink and I couldn't feel my fingers anymore, I tried to convince everyone to go home. There was school the next day and it was starting to get dark but no one really wanted to go.
But the kids finally gave in and took off their snowy boots and jackets and cuddled up in the backseat under their blankets and we joined the line of cars that was inching its way back to the city. And then we said goodbye to (what Perry calls) Mountain Hood.
Goodbye for now, anyway. I have a hunch we will be back soon.
