Dashing thru the snow, or something like that

While a good portion of the country has been getting slammed with snowstorm after snowstorm, our neck of the woods has been a dry desert, despite the fact that we sit at 7,000+ft elevation. It has been an unseasonably warm winter void of the snow that we desperately need if we have any hope of enjoying the shade of the forest this summer. Nonetheless, I booked us a family date on a horse drawn sleigh quite a few months back, hoping that by the time the time rolled around there actually would be a little bit of snow on the ground. And had we been a healthy household last weekend we would have enjoyed a winter wonderland because a few flakes did fly.

Alas, there was no snow, not even a hint of winter-like conditions this weekend. Instead the temperatures spiked into the high 60s and we needed sunscreen, not hats and mittens. Luckily the sleighs were converted to wagons, and thru the woods we went.

The cowboy camp was set up with hot cocoa, coffee, and a roaring fire that most people avoided, seeing as though the sunny 65degree temps didn't quite necessitate the flames. But of course little boys are drawn to fire and so we sat fireside to enjoy our afternoon snacks.

He rocks that jean jacket, no??