The road up to the parking lot for Flattop was iced over. Cars were parked along the sides. We were following a group of cars up when the lead car started to spin its tires. The whole line had to stop and that was it. Once we stopped we couldn't get moving uphill again so Callie and I retreated and parked a bit down the hill.
We hiked up to the parking lot, past skiers trying out their new purchases, kids playing on a rail set up on a driveway and a truck that had skidded a bit off the road.
The snow was deep enough around the upper parking lot for cross country and skate skiers to be out and about. The weather was gorgeous. We hiked a bit of the ways into the valley. People were out with their dogs enjoying the sun and snow. It was beautiful to see everything covered in a blanket of white, shining in the sun.
Unfortunately we were a bit paranoid due to the old-man-in-Scooby-doo-style warning we got from a motorist that our car would be towed. So we went back to the car earlier than we would have liked. It was still there.
So we walked over to where the kids had been snowboarding and used frisbees as sleds. They sort of worked, but mostly I ended up with snow down my pants.
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2 comments:
You should make some Calvin and Hobbes style snowmen. I particularly like the one with the snowman's head on a pike. Always a sure way to inspire fear and respect from the neighbors.
You could also do some legal-themed conceptual snow sculptures like "mens rhea," or, "the kid goes with the dam" or whatever. Just in time for bar results!
Dude. I've had snow down my pants so many times. Reminds me of my childhood.
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