The first six days I spent up on top of my beloved mountain which was still heavily laden with lots of snow. In fact, it was no small deal to get all of us, our belongings, and our food back in to our cabin. With about a foot of snow still on the ground when we arrived at the edge of our property, we decided to fire up a snowmobile and go from there in with it.
Our puppy, Sheila, either runs ahead or rides in the wagon with one of us. She has boundless energy, so her preference is to run and lead the way.
These two snowmobiles have been around for quite some time, and have seen plenty of adventures over the years.
My parents, aged 79 and 80, have had extensive snowmobiling adventures, and are still going strong and enjoying being out in the woods in all conditions. We love spending time with them, and we are grateful they share their "toys" with us.
|Ready for a ride - son Caleb, my mother and father|
I find that in the woods there's always something to be discovered, if one makes a point of being observant. There are quirky tree stumps,
fungus growing here and there,
and plenty of lichens, too.
In a matter of one week, it seemed like we experienced three seasons. Frigid snowy winter weather at times, Spring-like blue skies and warmth requiring only a light jacket on other days,
and melting icicles along with a windy Fall-like rainstorm on the day we left. Let me just say that snowmobiling in a driving rain is not so much fun. Those blowing raindrops feel like little needles slamming full speed into your face.
There may have been one slight snowmobiling mishap. On occasion, when maneuvering a snowmobile, in some situations, it's actually a better idea to go faster. On one of our outings, rounding a sharp corner too slowly, the hubby dumped our sled and us too. Heads down in the snow, arses up.
Although there were no injuries, there was plenty of giggling and a few ridiculous body contortions while excavating ourselves from our spill. Giggles ----> Laughing ----> Peeing a little ----> More giggling ----> More laughing ----> More ... Well, you get the picture.
Of course, as always, during our time at the cabin there were some projects to be accomplished. For one, we needed more firewood in the cabin. While the men loaded wood, the women inside tended the fire and cooked some mighty fine food.
And most certainly, all those manly projects require manly
It may come as no surprise that all that fresh air and hard work usually results in frequent naps.
After returning to civilization, I spent just one day laundering our clothing and repacking for my next road trip.
Youngest daughter Sarah's baby is due mid-May, and her baby shower will be happening in just another week and a half. So, I headed down again to the Lancaster area to work with daughter Lindsay on baby shower preparations.
Sarah, knowing where I was and what we were doing, showered us back in her own way. Tormented by the knowledge that we were working on surprises for her, she called us practically every hour wanting details. I told her seventeen horses cannot drag it out of me. All will be revealed in due time. Patience, Sarah.
Granddaughter Ellie was instructed to wear green to school on St. Patrick's Day. Although two-year-olds typically have no clue about any of this green tradition, including the pot of gold, rainbows, and especially leprechauns, Ellie
's mother did her part.
Isn't Ellie just the cutest little leprechaun you ever did see? Those blue eyes melt me every time.
Baby shower preparations, check.
St. Patrick's Day with a cutie, check.
Home again, check. (At least for a few days.)
More laundry, check.
Add to all of that a consultation with our landscaper (our lawn needs some serious work), and a visit to our financial planner, and we are back to our usually busy schedule.
No wonder I didn't have time to blog.