'Twas another good day in Winterland.
(Even though we couldn't get out of town, the Edmonton area still has some pretty sweet-as ski spots.)
Steve pulled Frances in her Chariot through the deep snow.
I think he was tired by the end of the ski. =)
The snow was the fluffy, slippery kind. It made the uphills, uh, tricky.
Waimak was in his element... even though we forgot to pack his boots. Oops.
Chin icicles are the best!
He looks kinda scary when he's running full-throttle. *giggle*
And goofy when he's trying to slow down.
(On some of the steep hills he fell spectacularly trying to slow down. =)
That's me. (The wrinkles are sneaking up on me. Yikes.)
The girl, as always, was a superstar - and she slept through the whole thing...
(The roads were a bit horrific getting to/from the trail, but with a little bit of help (we needed help pushing the car out of the parking lot), we managed to survive the ordeal. The trails were pretty, um, thick (no track-setting since the big snow hit this week), but it was quiet and absolutely beautiful out there. All in all, it was a grand ol' time - we'll be back on Friday and Saturday!)
