After all that rain in December, we've been waiting for another good snowfall in the mountains so we could try out our new snowshoes, but it just isn't happening. So, we went ahead with our weekend trip, but the snowshoes have to wait for another storm. Instead, we spent Saturday at Dodge Ridge. Daddy-o and the older two kids hit the slopes while I tried to get Peanut used to his skis since it was his first time. We hadn't planned early enough to get him into a lesson, but figured I could work with him for awhile and then Daddy-o could take him up the bunny slopes. Well, it didn't play out quite like we'd hoped, and after getting tangled up on the rope tow near the base of the hill, he quit and that was pretty much it for the rest of the day. He hung out with me by one of the fire pits, reading Harry Potter, and then went to play on a little hill. He said maybe next year, haha. I think we'll try a lesson next time.
We stayed overnight in a cabin, and after doing virtual church (seriously, one of the best parts of the pandemic is how everything is available pretty much wherever we are now), we went to Pinecrest Lake to see if we could find a place to snowshoe.
It ended up being walkable, so we just hiked in the snow, but still fun.
The lake looked beautiful.
And in the mud around the lake, we found these awesome ice crystals.
Whole chunks of them would pull out of the loose dirt along the shore.
The campground made for a fun place to walk and play.
We've been so lucky the last couple years with our snow days being quite warm. No need to bundle up too much!
And we found a snowman at the end of our hike. At least we got a taste of winter, even if it wasn't quite what we'd planned.




















































