It was the vacation that almost never happened. After driving up a mountain in a complete whiteout…and possibly hitching a ride from a complete stranger the last mile…we safely arrived at Snowshoe Mountain for a family ski trip with the Hawkins clan. The next morning we woke up to these views from our condo -
Yeah, just a little bit of snow. But after riding out the storm for another day, we were able to escape and enjoy all the snow. While everyone hit the slopes, I hung back with the nugget. I’m not exactly a fan of any sports where things are attached to you, let alone spending hours outside when it’s freezing (I know, I know, I’m from Michigan and I should be used to it…), so a play date with Juice was perfect. We spent hours running up and down the halls of the lodge saying hello to everyone, looking out the windows at all the skiers, and playing with her new puzzle -
And Juice loved all the time she got to spend with her cousins -
When everyone wasn’t skiing, we headed to the pool -
Hit the snow tubing hill -
Hung out in the village -
And took Juice to enjoy her (hopefully) last snow of the season -
And while I’m probably permanently traumatized by the drive up and Brian will want to pump me full of Xanax and tranquilizers next time we travel, it was totally worth it in the end.