Ouch. Oh, me achin’ bones. Ouchie wawa!
Things aren’t working as smoothly as they ought to this morning. The muscles in my neck and the tops of my shoulders are SO tight from snowmobiling this weekend.
Woe is me…I feel like an old lady.
Of course, it was worth it. So I guess I will forgive that bright red sled for whipping my head back and forth like a doll. Oh, wait, that was my driving that did that. Crazy woman!
So, as I was saying…before the muscle spasm and fatigue set in…we took the kids snowmobiling for the very first time. They loved it. Little adrenanline junkies.
I’m pretty sure I’ve been snowmobiling before. But now that I try to remember the last time, I’m starting to think maybe this was my first time too. Huh. Can that be right?
How have I lived on this planet for so long and never gone snowmobiling before? I mean, the snow-park is practically in my backyard. Hrm. I have a feeling this won’t be our last time.
My husband is from Alaska and grew up “snowmachining”. He’s been hankering to go lately, so he called up an old buddy from his Alaska childhood and they set up a weeekend “retreat” for us.
We spent two days, and many hours, flying around on these contraptions. Our booties bouncing up and down. Arms stretched out to make room for the kid in front of us. We cruised over icy switchbacks headed to the top of the mountain where we found some open bowls to go wild in.
And at the top we were met with an incredible view.
Squint really hard and you can see my hubs at the top of this small peak. He was feeling especially young and sprightly, and decided to billy goat his way over there.
This must have been before he “was hit by a Mac truck”. At least that’s what he told me last night before he popped a few pain relievers and headed to bed. Hehehe. Getting old with each other is proving quite comical.
Such a beautiful view! Now just imagine a fierce, bone-chilling wind sweeping past you and you’ll have a sense of what it was like there.
The view really did inspire me. I wondered what it would look like in the morning when the first sun rays poked across the peaks. A thought hatched itself there.
I don’t set off on many adventures alone these days. It was a rare opportunity to have a house full of adults that could keep an eye on my kids for me. So early Sunday morning I picked up my camera, my cup of coffee, and started trekking through the snow. In search of the perfect spot to photograph the sunrise.
My footsteps were the only sound in the woods. Thunk. Crunch. Thunk. Crunch.
I started climbing up a hill. Attempting to make my way up past the tree line, so I could get a clear shot of the mountain range. Also, I was trying to reach a spot where I could see the sun.
Of course, sometimes an adventure doesn’t work out the way you plan.
The sun was rather uncooperative for me. No brilliant colors. And I soon discoverd that my camera lens was just too weak for this trip. But as it was, I got a few good shots from my morning hike.
Ugh, I think I’ll skip crossfit this morning. I’m just too much of a wimp!