Here are some pictures in front of the Dewey Pennington cabin we stayed at this weekend. It was my first time cross country skiing, and I loved it. Shoulda known I'd love it, I mean it has the word country
in it - and I love anything that has anything to do with country pride (country music, country strong... etc). At least I hope the country in cross country skiing refers to the US of A, if it doesn't I'll never do it again. Or maybe I'll do it again but call it cross america skiing.
These here pictures are just after we pretty much down-hilled it on our skis back from our trek. I had never been on skis before and followed everyone going up and up this road and trail - to turn around and have to go down a pretty steep run. Natalie and I, by ourselves were cursing, crying, falling, and laughing all the way down. I don't know how, but every time Natalie fell her skis were crossed! Freak! We eventually took off our skis because I was sick of the abuse, but even walking I slipped and ate it while carrying all my gear!
I just snowboard people.
Having a cabin up in Kamas seems pretty awesome. We are far enough away that I didn't have cell service, but close enough to town that we could go on a soda run when John needed some Dr Pepper, and Mary needed an excuse to drive his truck. Snow falling and falling outside the window, playing hearts in front of a roaring fire with Donna, John and Mary, while Natalie reads and Dewey games... there's not much that tops those kind of moments.
Dinner at the Heber Hub, naked hippo, cracking cases, reading in bed w/ Natalie, big breakfast, soda runs, garlic salsa, cross america skiing, matching coats, crazy old songs on the jute box, the Wollenziens, the Deweys, the Perkins, and later ordering in pizza from the parlor... not much that tops those weekends.
