Showing posts with label skiing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label skiing. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 2, 2013

Winter's Horns



by Greg

When the cold, dark beast of winter lurks outside the door, spewing frosted steam into the icy air, pawing the squealing snow with frigid hooves, waiting to impale flesh on frozen horns, it is easy to sit back in that comfy chair, take another sip of hot tea and stare out the window. But though it's not always easy, it's almost always rewarding to bundle up and step outside, grab winter by those frozen horns and wrestle it around a little bit.

Our valley got enough snow that we skied the local park and used Trina's house and sunny patio as our ski chalet. Local trails are still bikeable -- in a snowy, slippery kind of way. And the local flat-topped mountain has provided for more skiing and some phat-tired snow biking.

Our little dogs --even in their stylish jackets-- lose heat pretty quickly when it's super cold. But when conditions are right, they romp like maniacs in the snow, having more fun than humanly possible, and adding to the human fun, too.

We present this photographic evidence of winter fun. And hope that you're getting out there, too!



























Monday, December 26, 2011

Up the Mountain



Words by Greg
Photos by Trina and Greg


The "winter" in our valley tends to be one of shallow or no snow... We like riding our bikes, so that doesn't bother us. Still, it is nice that anytime we want to experience the kind of winter that means lots of snow, all we have to do is go up the mountain.































Sunday, January 9, 2011

Snow + Bokeh = Snokeh

Text: Trina
Photos: Greg and Trina


One little piggie went skiing. One little piggie forgot his boots and cried weeee-weeeee-weeeee as he drove all the way back home and went snow biking instead. The snow up high where the skiing was happening was magically beautiful -- light, fluffy piles of huge, sparkly flakes in feather- and leaf-shaped configurations.









Greg, meanwhile, had to content himself with shots from the garden.