Dang, I meant to be so good this year and update my blog every week or so... but here it is almost two months later... well, close enough! We are just off of a great adventure to Gypsum, Colorado, on a road trip from our home near Seattle, that's around 3000 miles if you're doing the math. I loved the time with my sister and her family, my Dad, Aunt and Uncle. Loved the skiing too. I'd forgotten just how much fun it is to ride the lift to the very top and ski a few miles down in beautiful snow on a sunny, clear day, with obscenely gorgeous scenery everywhere you look. Made all the better by skiing with a bunch of folks I love, some of whom I've skied with all my life (my sister, Aunt Nancy, and Dad) others just a time or two (Rob) and my own nephews and kids who I'd never hit the slopes with before. Max, my five yr old nephew, tears it up out there, I can hardly keep up with him. Lucy went from top to bottom of Beaver Creek twice, and Jasper is on the verge of mastery of the pizza. We were tuckered out when we finally got home last night, but happily reliving the lovely memories of it all. Our drive home was harrowing at times as you can see by the last picture, but we managed to sail through safely.
Just starting out here.
Good old Eastern Washington.
Crossing the Columbia River into Oregon, speed limit drops, on past trips we've learned this the hard way...
Rob was about the happiest he's ever been making his way down the mountain with Lucy. After only one day of practice, she was ready to hit it down the mountain a couple of times. She loved it - she's caught the bug bad...
Police officers.
World's most delicious little doodle-stein. There can not be anyone on the planet cuter than this little guy.
What didn't happen to us... thankfully...
