We drove up Monday to the gravel pits past Strawberry to play in the snow. Abram and I hadn't been in the snow since our Yellowstone trip 5 years ago! We were expecting the weather to be freezing so we were extra bundled, but quickly shed some layers after a few runs up the snow banks. Amalee and Maggie looked so cute and squishy. Many thanks to my sister Krissy for letting us borrow snowsuits for our girls! They worked great!
After every slide down, Maggie would squeal, "again!"
We all had a great time for about 2 hours. Then a Forest Ranger said everyone (like 100 people) had to leave because the area was closed and a Sheriff was on his way to issue tickets since we were parked illegally on the side of the highway. Bummer! He said to check the Forrest Service's website and maybe it will show that the area is open in a week or so. Why didn't they have it open during the Holidays??
So we drove back to Strawberry to Grandma Carrie's cabin. The hill leading to it was the perfect sledding slope, so we didn't drive up it. We parked at the base, played for a bit and then hiked up to the cabin. This was Dallin's first time there and Abram's first time in maybe 20 years when there was snow. We didn't stay long, (Abram really wanted to stay the night). It was so beautiful, too bad our trip ended on a scary note... My sister Julie and her b-friend Matt took the sled down the hill one last time. I was loading Dallin and Maggie into the truck at the base of the hill. They came cruising down, spun around and accidentally smashed right into me, which knocked me completely over (I don't know how I didn't drop Dallin) and slammed the truck door on Maggie's noggin. Poor thing. No broken bones, just some anxious moments and a few minor bruises.
Check out the snow on the cabin porch!
Abram remembered a pic sort of like this with Papa Dorne and baby Abram.
