We've been a bit depressed in our household this past 2 months. That word might be a slight exaggeration, but maybe not. First, the long-lasting plague. Then, the rain. No snow. And more rain. It turns out that living -with a kid- in the mountains during a winter with no snow is very isolating and cabin-fever inducing. Before kid, when this type of weather hit, we would head east to the sunshine or go into the city to watch a movie. Back then, it was much easier to be spontaneous.
So, last weekend, when I saw the forecast was for rain on Saturday, I made plans for K and I to go to the climbing gym with friends (B had to work). We had a great time climbing and chasing toddlers; it was the perfect solution to the rainy, dreary weather.
[Isaac and Isabel]
Then Sunday came, and it was a glorious "spring skiing" day, the kind where you are comfortable in a thin shirt and no gloves. I took K out skiing on the magic carpet. It was so awesome to watch him out there, a smile on his face, falling and giggling and sometimes, somehow, turning. At one point, he wanted to sit in the snow and watch everything. We admired the peaks around us, the moon rising, and enjoyed watching all the people careening down the bunny slope. We finished the morning off with hot cocoa in the sun. It was pretty great.
While we were thrilling on the magic carpet, B did some "backcountry touring" with his buddy Lowell. They skied up West and got onto the PCT, where they found no snow, then headed out to Rockdale Lake and back again.
At nap-time, I went up Hyak, down to the nordic trails, out to Grand Junction, beyond to Silver Fir and down. Then I caught the shuttle home. The whole day was a much-needed reminder of why we love living here.
[sorry for the selfie but that's what you get these days]
[note: smile]
[also noteworthy: sunshine]
