Over the river and through the woods, to grandma’s house we go. We drove up to Utah to take Grandma Dunow back home after Christmas. We drove in snow the whole way, but arrived safely thanks to Bill’s excellent skills of driving in the snow. There was a lot of snow. I never heard an official amount, but there was probably about two feet of snow on the ground. The boys loved it. They got to play in the snow, but were disappointed when they couldn’t build a snowman because it was just too cold. The snow just wasn’t the right consistency. On New Year’s Day, Bill and I along with Curtis, Bill’s brother in law, took the kids to the golf course to sled down the hills. Baden went down the hill once and got a face full of snow. He didn’t want to sled after that. I went down with Billy and he jumped off and I had a face full of snow. It was really cold out, but the kids a blast playing and sledding with their cousins in the snow.
Those pictures remind me so much of my childhood, except my Dad would tie our sleds to the back of his snowmobile…we LOVED it!