Snowshoeing up Tibble Fork

 While the east coast has been mercilessly dumped on with snow, 

we here in the west have had such a warm winter. I'm talking 50's and 60's!

When I went snowshoeing with a friend a few weeks back 

we weren't sure my favorite spot would have snow.

Luckily it was high enough in the mountains that it had snow 

and were able to snowshoe. 

Snowshoeing is my jam. I'm terribly

afraid of heights and fast speed, so skiing just makes me

want to curl in the fetal position and cry...

perhaps someday I'll tackle that fear but for now snowshoeing it is.

 ^^The most beautiful sunset greeted us on our way back to our cars.

Snow adventures with kids.

 A few weekends ago my sister-in-law had to leave town for a family emergency.

With my brother working full time I volunteered to take my three nieces for the weekend.

The kids had watched too many movies, colored to their hearts content, 

and were getting cranky being inside. So we put on our snow-gear and

headed outside to play in the snow. We made a snowman, went sledding and

made snow angels. It was the best idea to get them out of the house, 

while getting their energy spent on having fun instead of going stir-crazy.

It was a win/win in my book. We came back inside, had hot chocolate, 

and the crankiness was left on the turf and before I knew it they were taking naps.

 ^^Odin, my nephew, likes to show off how strong he is at every chance he gets. He's so cute.

Snowshoeing

{Snowshoeing up Tibble Fork.}

I live for 3 day weekends because that is one more day of getting to do what I want to do.

Thanks Mr. King for the civil rights movement and years later for 3 day weekends so I could go play in the snow with my friends.

A successful ski day, that is if bunny hills count as skiing.

I plowed, like a pizza slice. That is what Jeff kept telling me to do. "Put pressure on your heels, pressure on the left, pressure on the right, bend your knees."

I think I was a good student, but it was because he was a very kind and patient teacher. He helped me down the first bunny hill. We laughed because I am sure people thought I was special needs. By the second time down the bunny hill I was doing it on my own. All in all I really liked skiing. I want to go again in fact.

I can finally feel like a true Utahn, what an accomplishment! Even if it was just down the bunny hills.

Next time I think I'll dream bigger and go down the big people hills.

But for now, I am happy I conquered my fears and did it.

Making Mr. Snowman