I woke up at 6:00 this morning (something I don't usually do) and I ran out onto the street. "Yes!" Last night, the rain turned to snow in the mountains and the mountains were now glistening white!
Emmanuel and my whole family, including our dog Dakota, packed into our tiny Prius, along with sleds and other snow toys.
When we got to the mountains, Emmanuel stepped out of the car into a winter wonderland. It was his first time seeing snow, and he was fascinated. He loved the crusty feeling of snow in his fingers and the watery taste of it. Emmanuel swore that the snow had a crispy, cold smell to it.
We all went on a hike across the mountains to find a good place to sled. We stopped at a huge hill that ended in a snow bank. We all took turns flying down the hill and then catching air off of the snow bank. The wind blew across our faces and the frost nipped at our cheeks, but we didn't care. We were having a blast. Emmanuel loved sledding down the hill at full speed.
The day had unexpectedly cleared up, and the snow melted as we scrambled back. We were freezing and soaking wet when we got back to the car. We were also hungry, because squirrels had eaten our sandwiches. On the way back home, we stopped at Cold Springs Tavern, an old restaurant from the stage coach era. Emmanuel and I both ordered the charbroiled tavern burger, and we shared some chili fries.
We got home at 6:00, twelve hours after we left for the mountains. My mom made a delicious salad and pasta. Then we all went to bed because we were all really tired. We slept like rocks.
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