Our weather was supposed to turn warm again this weekend, so we made sure to get in some skiing early Saturday morning before the snow began to fade away. Now that all four of us are on skis, we have a very full car on the drive up to Hatcher Pass (the gear takes up a lot of room). The boys skied with Junior Nordics twice this week after dark on the lighted trails of Government Peak, and I volunteered to help the coach keep the group together. Tuesday night was tough on the boys, since they didn't have the right wax on, and couldn't get much traction up the small hills of Government Peak. But Thursday they had a blast, and we stayed an extra hour after the group left, with the lighted trails all to ourselves. They've caught on quick, and can both out-pace me easily.
We haven't taken Dino yet, but might soon. Others on the trails are Skijoring (on skis being pulled by a dog), like the gentlemen in the pic below that passed us this morning (which happened to be Landon's geometry teacher!).
Our snowman the boys built a couple of weeks ago - he is now engaged in an epic battle with gravity, but hadn't fallen yet when we checked on him this morning.
He's stayed together quite remarkably, considering the lean he's developed.
Or maybe it's a bow, as it looks from this angle.
The boys are quick on their skis, and quickly pass out of our sight once we start up the trail. They usually find a place to wait for us, just to make sure we're not lost, then zoom off again.
This was Jolene's first time to go with us to Archangel to X-country ski. She enjoyed it, and was the only one of us four to not fall on her first time out.
The crew at the 4km bridge over the Creek.
Can't beat the scenery of the surrounding mountains.
After a ~5 mile ski, Grayson was either super tired, or really really loved his Cheetos!
For our Saturday night, while I stayed at the house and made some plumbing repairs to get our kitchen sink operational again, the boys and Jolene visited friends down the road to celebrate their daughter's birthday.
By the time they returned, the temps were hovering around 40 degrees, and the snowman had given up the fight. His torso rolled a few yards away, and his head rolled right off the bluff! Tough way to go.
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