I was suddenly very glad that we had accepted the Long-Loughran's invitation to join them for a weekend above the snowline on Mt. Hood. It was time for Elizabeth to learn about snow.
We got a cabin at a place called Cooper Spur, a resort of sorts one mile down from a ski slope of the same name. The cabin had a deadly-t0-kids spiral staircase, a fireplace (not as deadly to kids as the spiral staircase), beds for eight, and lots and lots of snow. Elizabeth was thrilled, then exasperated (snow in boots, snow in mittens, snow up sleeves -- welcome to my childhood, kid!), then re-thrilled by the awesome novelty of it all.
She proved, once again, to be an adventurer. For instance, she wanted to take a ski lesson. (The timing, along with Mommy and Daddy's desire to see it happen, didn't work out.) When Barb wanted to hike around the cross-country ski trails, Elizabeth insisted on being carried, because the baby was being carried. No go, said her parents. Her fit was nipped in the bud by herself, and her idea to trek into the woods with Daddy. Forget the lame cross-country ski trail, let's hit the wilderness! So Daddy trudged through thigh-deep snow in his corduroys while 36lb. Elizabeth walked on top of the snow like Legolas. Delight!
Above: The Larrison girls toast the their tootsies at the fire.
Elizabeth's ideal snowsuit: purple and pink.
A couple of Larrison girls, and Charlie Poodle.
Riley is a pretty good photographer, but no match for Daddy (see below).
Suzanne Hovey on the run. Thank you, spot meter!
Elizabeth and Teresa enjoying the sun and snow.
Elizabeth on our wilderness hike communing with nature.
Barb photobombed by Teresa.
The cabin at Cooper Spur.
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