over the river, through the woods and up the snowy canyon of death

partly to get away from the grind of the big city, and partly to celebrate the birth of the entirely fabulous susan (an important day for all of us, to be sure) we headed up to the woolley cabin homestead over the weekend. in retrospect, we could have picked a better weekend as the weather was what can only be referred to as a horizontal blizzard. luckily, ck is a pro at snow driving and we made it alive with only one death-defying experience. we couldn't quite make it up the driveway, though, so we strapped on the snow shoes and hiked in the final quarter mile (that's right. we're hard core). there was even too much snow for the snowmobiles to work properly. i find this a cruel irony as they are SNOWmobiles. but i digress. once we were actually in the cabin it was a cozy evening of venison steaks (shot by a woolley and grilled to perfection by nathan), hot chocolate with some extra foam thanks to a cocoa latte contraption, cupcakes (baked to perfection by sallee), snuggling under blankets and lots of the game "true colors" (if you need a secret kept, travis is your man). and a night of tight sleep.









the next morning the horizontal blizzard was gone and the sun was shining, so we struck out again on the snow shoes. as you probably know, i am not one for winter (at all. ever.) but the snow was powdery and wonderful, i sort of like wearing snow pants, and i jumped off the side of a hill and landed unharmed in a lovely drift. all in all, a great and rustic success i would say. wouldn't you?