Though Dave continues to hold his annual Winter Retreat for the youth group, insane blizzard weather has kept us from visiting "Daddy's Cabin" the past two years. We were excited that the roads were finally safe enough for us to make the trip up to higher elevations to enjoy a day with him and the youth group.
And yes, it was nice to have such completely clear roads, but the lack of snow accumulation was actually a tad disappointing. I've written about our dry winter and I know you are all experiencing your own mild version of this season, but this was crazy! If you remember, here are what the woods behind the cabin normally look like. The girls haven't played in real snow in over a year, though, so they were still quick to get on their booties and slide down this tiny, icy slope (screaming and with their hands in air, of course).
Then we just hiked around the woods a bit, loving that fresh pine air and finding the biggest pine cones we could. All the while, dodging the snow balls Delia would fire off at point blank range!
Dave was actually out hiking with the youth group when we first arrived, so we had a few hours to explore on our own. We drove just a bit to try and find some real snow. On the way, we saw this snow measuring stick along the side of the road. I asked everyone about it and no one has ever seen it before. We think this means it's always been covered by snow that's fallen and been plowed! Again, pretty different this year.
We found a great clump of fields connected to one another with snow that went up to the girls' knees in places. They squealed when they got stuck in it, made some snow angels, attempted a snow man and, of course, nailed me with some more snow balls. You know, the typical stuff for kids who see snow once every other year!
Back at the cabin, we met up with the youth group and spent the afternoon laying around in the sunshine that was pouring through the wall of windows in the cabin's great room. Lunch, laughter, games and movies were some of the activities. Highlights were the girls learning to play fuse ball and helping Mr. Phil build his annual snow sculpture. Though the snow supply was limited, he still put together a pretty impressive snow bridge on the deck's railing.
When the drive that normally takes about an hour took six last year and when the whole youth group had to pitch in for several more hours just to unearth cars and push them out of the cabin's twisty, steep driveway, Dave was more than happy to have a snowless Winter Retreat this time. Here's hoping we can find some sort of snow happy medium next year!























































