Central Pow Session

The day started with lots of new snow, but no base, so Ed and I started apprehensively.  Then Heather got out of school early due to all the snow at low elevations.  We three scooted over to central for some laps with hopes.  As the day went on it snowed, and snowed, and snowed.  How the rest of the day went is pretty self explanatory.

 Heather enters the white room

 Heather

Tele-Ed

 Heather in her fox hole

 Brandon (watch and learn teleguys)

Ed

Going Back to Cali...No, I Don't Think So.

We enjoyed a visit with brother Shawn and sister-in-law Lori in Port Hueneme, California. It was good to see them and their home & life of the past few years...and now they are off to Florida.

Tara, Josh, and 4-year old Pekay were there too. So, of course, we went to Disneyland! It was a first time for Brandon, Josh, and Pekay so it was a ton of fun.

 This little trooper made a full day at Disneyland...she looks a little tired here.

I wish I had the pic of us on Space Mountain...we're all screaming except for Pekay, who appears to be gazing at the stars in calm wonder. When we left that ride, she commented, "I didn't know I could fly!"

We also had to visit Venice Beach to see the interesting people. After walking down the boardwalk, Brandon & I were both grateful that we live where we do...no crowds, no thugs, no need for security to deal with regular fights, etc. Instead, we have isolation, snow, and ski bums...just our style.

 A 9-year old who won a world breakdancing comp the day before

Street entertainers (see dude flipping over the line of bent-over people)

A Swing in the Woods

The snow is falling heavy now...think the long-awaited winter is here. Here are a few pics from home.

Chikamin Peak, from our living room

A couple weeks ago, I came home from work and was so excited to find my world blanketed in snow. I'm still like a little kid about snow...so, I ran inside to change clothes and get out for a walk. I walked in the evening light, watching the small flakes fall past my face and hearing the crunch of the snow beneath my feet.

Along my path, I found a wooden swing hanging from some large trees and swinging out over the cross-country ski trail below. So, of course, I had to stop and swing beneath the snow-laden boughs.