Birthday Weekend

In honor of my birthday, KT wanted to take me out of town.  He had this planned before we knew we were even taking a trip to see Military Man in Salt Lake.  I knew it was important to him to do this for me, and let's face it, it was fetchin' sweet, so we did go out of town two week ends in a row.  Very indulgent, like we NEVER do this...We have been married for almost 23 years, and I can count on one hand the number of weekends away we have had.

This is where we stayed...

It was a lovely place and so peaceful..

While we were there it was warm and 60's at home, but it snowed and was chilly in the mountains.  It was a perfect opportunity for photography, reading and sleeping....And we still made it home in time for Easter Services.

This is a very frozen Payette Lake.  

This is KT standing on said frozen lake.  

A lake we have boated on and tubed on in the summer.  

Stark contrast, wouldn't you say?  

Here is the Brundage Ski resort, we checked out.  But, I don't ski, and it WAS "MY" weekend...

This was so sweet and relaxing, and truth be told, it was the first birthday in sixteen years that I haven't spent at either a softball field or baseball field.  And that's a fact!

Why yes, hell did freeze over...

It's true! Over Christmas break, hell did freeze over. I live amongst a family of skiers and snow boarders. I've skied....Been there, done that...It's cold, it hurts, I suck...Hell would have to freeze over to get me up on a mountain to ski again. But, for Christmas I received a nice ski coat, pants and gloves. My excuse for being cold and unstylish, I am that vain, was gone. I would be totally warm in my new gear. Caught up in the excitement of my family, I reluctantly agreed to go up to Bogus Basin.

I remember the last time I skied thirteen years ago. I spent more time on my back sliding backwards down the hill than I did on my feet. I'm sure I was pretty comical to look at giving more than one person a reason to laugh. I was determined not to make a fool of myself this time, and I definitely didn't want to get hurt. You know I am 40! I warned my peeps to snap a picture as this may have been the first and last time they would see me on the slopes. Alas, they did not heed my warning and no pictures were snapped. Really, who wants to take a picture of their mom when they are teenagers. They were more than likely snapping photos of the cute girl sitting next to them on the lift.

I have perfected sliding down the hill on my butt, and backwards on my back. Chanting "I'm not going to fall, I'm not going to fall..." really doesn't work. I tried...On the plus side, I am very proficient on the bunny hill. I can do that without falling. I do fall getting off of the ski lift, though. What a loser!

And to prove I went up, here is the one picture I snapped from Bogus with my phone.  It is called "The top side of fog."