Snow, Snow, Snow

Our family couldn't have asked for a more wonderfully white Christmas in 2006. We spent 10 days in the foothills of the Colorado Rocky Mountains underneath a blanket of fresh snow. A Christmas dream. Hours before our vacation was to begin, Colorado was pummeled with more snow than they could plow, closing the Denver airport. We were extremely fortunate in that our flight was the first plane into Denver once the airport opened its runaways again. Our prayers for a snowy Christmas were answered...and then some.

As we waited for our baggage to arrive in the airport, the children stood nose to the glass outside, desperate to get their Georgian hands in the cold snow. They had ample opportunities throughout our visit, that included nature walks on the farm, a scavenger hunt across 25 acres of snowy fields (more on that later), digging a snow tunnel, chasing down descending rockets in the fields, and a snowy bonfire.

So imagine my surprise when after downloading all of our Christmas videos and pictures, not a single picture shows any of us doing anything in the snow in the daylight. OIY.

On one of our last nights at the farm, all of the extended family had left (except us staying beyond our welcome). Despite the post holiday exhaustion, we decided to build a bonfire and roast smores. Ken whipped up a blazing fire, capable of scorching nose hairs and anything else found within a 3 foot radius. The night was perfectly still and the sky was clear, except for the sounds of six silly voices singing belated Christmas jingles and playing rounds of the game "Operator". So here's us, in the snow...in the dark.