Snow trip

Unlike the Yarn Harlot, we had to really search for snow. Here in Northern CA, and not very northern, we had a very warm couple of days. I mean really warm. Hot.

Max and I packed the car Sunday morning, picked up our friends, and drove off to find snow. After about 2 1/2 hours, the Madagascar movie, one story tape and loads of kid radio, we arrived in Sonora, CA. We dumped a car load of stuff at the Days Inn and took a lunch break. Its amazing how much stuff we packed for one night.

After a yummy round of s'mores, we drove off to find the damn snow. In Sonora, it was hot and sunny. We were told to follow 108 for about 45 minutes to Leland Snow Park. It was more like an hour, but we found it. We found the snow. We got the boys into snow suits, hats, mittens, boots. Very cute, very bundled and ready to go.

Snow sure is fun but very tiring.

After almost two hours of sledding, snow angels and a one-foot snow man, we headed back down to Sonora.

We had planned to save money on this trip by bringing our own food. Hahahahahha. The idea of eating homemade veggie soup for dinner after playing in the snow didn't seem so great anymore. Gwen kept talking about steak, which, by the way, was not in the veggie soup she had made.

We went and ate at Outlaws BBQ. Super yum. Even better, they had coloring books and toys for the kids. This place is GREAT. We returned to the room for an Easter Egg hunt and then crashed. Oh, we moms had hot buttered rum as the boys drank their milk. Nice.

Monday morning we blew off the snow and decided to go see trains at Railtown 1897. It was amazing. I think the moms enjoyed it more than the boys. This place has one of the first and only working roundhouses left in the country. Its also one of the 100's of state parks on Schwarzenegger's budget chopping block.

All in all, a good trip. Great to have mom and Max time. Great just to have getaway time. Great to play in the snow. I forgot how fun it is to fly down a hill in an uncontrollable plastic saucer. Giggly good times.

So, Max never got to wear the mitten I knit. I never got around to knitting a second one so he borrowed a pair from George. Much cooler looking, less embarrassing. I am still proud I knitted a mitten.