Sartastically Speaking: fun

Skiing. It's what we do in Breckenridge in the winter. The conditions were ideal our first day out, and then the weather and visibility tanked for almost a week. I mean, temps that never made it to the double digits (in Celcius, they never made it above -12, as the high), the wind that blew, and almost no visibility. All conditions that kept us home. And then we sucked it up when it hit anywhere above 15 degrees. No matter - it was fun. A blast, really. And I only have a few snaps and videos to prove we were there at all because we were too busy running the slopes.

First lift, the first day.

Before really heading down the first run.

Holiday's always mean a line at the bottom. So we try not to hit bottom.

Instead, we stay mid-mountain and keep riding up. But then the lifts are slower. This gives me time to take great snapshots when sitting, but I am not sure it saves us any time.

She posed for me so I could show how bad the visibility was. We are pretty close to the bottom. We should be able to see the runs of Keystone in the background...

This is what it was like on the way up.

Final Run. Final Day.

Hot chocolate for the gondola ride home.

And of course the many entertaining faces of MadHatter.

Until next time Breck.

Last weekend was a long one. And I mean that literally as we had Monday off because of President's Day. So we did what we usually do on long weekends - we packed our bags and headed somewhere. This time we were off to Nana and Grampa's since we hadn't seen them in a while and not since Nana had her surgery. We didn't have anything grand planned (again, Nana just had major surgery by having a hip replaced) but we did make it out to play miniature golf - twice. Yep, twice. We would have played all 36 holes the first day but they were fixing the back half of the course so it was closed that morning. And we didn't want to simply play the same 18 holes again so we just decided we would come back again the next morning.

It was something we had not done in a couple of years and I always forget how much fun it can be. It took the girls a little while to figure out the finesse to the game (Stinkerbell wanted to hit the ball as hard as she could; MadHatter had a bit more precision but less patience) but in the end, they both did fantastically. Now, my game on the other hand...that will just take a bit more practice.