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Escape

After a rather horrifying week, we decided to pull up stakes and head to the mountains in search of white powdery escape.

In other words...snow.

I love this child more than I can ever put into words. Behold..my Alli.



We went to Steven's Pass where we discovered some snow...but not enough for our liking.

Lance and Ashley seemed to enjoy it.




They went down small hills in inner tubes and landed hard. Thankfully there was no breaking of bones, just a jarring of the heads and spinal columns.

After sliding around for a bit, we went to Leavenworth. Oh we love Leavenworth.



We loved it so much that we spent the night. Ashley ran up to our room on the the third floor and yelled down the from the balcony to us as we were gathering our gear, "Our room is FANTASTIC! It has EVERYTHING!!" She was so excited.

And by 'everything', she must have meant two queen sized beds, a tv, a bathroom and a couch. It was everything we needed.

We discovered that playing in the snow rendered one famished so we decided to order pizza from a nearby pizza place. As we were in our favorite little Bavarian village in the mountains we threw caution to the wind and ordered The Bavarian. The order sheet said it came with German sausage, onions and mushrooms. Sounds delectable, does it not?

It arrived and I opened the box. I wasn't sure what I was looking at---it was covered in...stuff. I wasn't sure what this 'stuff' was, but I was fairly certain no respectable pizza joint would deliberately poison their customers, so I picked up a slice and took a bite.

I was wrong.

I chewed once...twice...then spit it out onto the paper plate. WHO PUTS SAUERKRAUT ON A PIZZA????

It was all kinds of horrible and I called them to tell them so. I was nice about it and simply said that no where in their menu did it make mention of sauerkraut. They replaced their vile concoction with a Hawaiian. Which was also a very bad pizza, but did not have a smidge of sauerkraut on it, so we ate some of it.

After we left Leavenworth, we went to Wenatchee and then on to Mission Ridge in search of more snow. There was even less snow there, but they did find a better hill of the white stuff than they had on Steven's pass. Ash took a rather hard landing at one point, hitting her cute little bottom on some rocks.



She decided it was time to head back to the suburban.



On the way home I drove in the dark and blowing snow over the mountain pass. I do not recommend this activity to the faint of heart. Nor do I recommend thinking (as you are driving through these snowy conditions) 'Gee, I hope there are no deer running around here on the road tonight'. I say this because just as I thought this thought, a huge four point buck sprang out in front of the suburban. The sound that involuntarily sprang from my lips was reminiscent of the sounds I made during labor--only with more feeling. Thankfully the buck realized that he should change course or die and did so. I was full of adrenaline for the remainder of the drive home.

(A huge thank you for all the prayers and kind thoughts many of you have given to our family in the past week. I have sincerely felt their impact and have been strengthened by them. My heartfelt thanks)


And now, please enjoy a video of my husband sliding downhill on an innertube. IF Blogger will allow it to upload here. If not...then you won't see anything here on the end of this post.

Comments

  1. That was a really long sledding hill. Where did Ashley go? At least the hubby had fun. I'm glad you were able to escape together.

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  2. Ashley stayed at the top of the hill, unfortunately. She didn't come down for the video. Bummer that.

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