For the last 3 years, we have been going to Red River, NM to ski the week before Christmas. I don't like cold and am pretty clumsy so I figured I'd die by now, but so far so good. Last year, the girl thought she'd try snowboarding. That didn't go so well. This year, we all got our ski legs pretty quickly and no one required medical attention. All in all, it was a good trip. It was nice to have my brother-in-law, who we never get to spend time with, come along with us. The boys discovered the joy in tree covered black runs, but I don't want to talk about that. Too much anxiety for this non-adrenaline-junky mother.
I didn't want to risk breaking my camera so I didn't get any pics from the slopes. My phone had a big crack in the glass over the camera so that was worthless, too. But, here is an amazing icicle that was hanging outside one of the bedroom windows.
I walked down to the bottom of the face one day hoping to catch someone I knew, but they had moved on to bigger and steeper runs. This one doesn't look too scary from the bottom, but I definitely did not ski that whole thing-just about the bottom 1/3. I fell every time. It's embarrassing.
This sweet boy waited patiently for his brother and uncle so he could pound them with snowballs.
This family is not a fan of selfie sticks, but they humored me just a little. The cracked glass over my camera made everything fuzzy, but here we are.
And here we are again.
Fireworks on NYE often result in flaming grass or flaming people. They think it's great fun to shoot roman candles, bottle rockets and fire crackers at each other. Good times...
Imagine a grown man standing a little way out in the road while kids shoot him with fireworks. That's what's happening here.
Luckily, said grown man has ninja like reflexes and was unharmed. Nothing in flames this NYE! I'm hoping that means 2016 will be calm and uneventful.