Skiing with family is one of life’s best blessings. There is no better day than the day you can spend up in the mountains on the slopes. We taught our kids, and their kids, and are now lucky enough to be able to assist in teaching the great-grandkids. Thank you, Sarah and Nick!
I know, some people think it is crazy that Pete and I still love to go skiing. Honestly, I’d love to ski till the day I die. It is that beautiful up there, on the top of the mountains in the winter. You will most definitely be hooked for life, once you . Skiing or snowboarding is physically challenging, adventurous, and surrounded by infinitely gorgeous scenery. It is very easy to forget technology and work up on the hill. Not only that, you come home with a wonderful tiredness that makes getting some sleep, the easiest thing to do.
The people on the hill, are not ever stuck on the couch. When the snow falls we smile and get the gear out in anticipation of tons of fun. We have invested money in equipment, clothing & lift tickets. Take time to learn the skills (lessons in falling and getting up), as we learn how to ski or snowboard. Most are very good-natured adventurers and great jokers. You can have fun with almost anyone you meet on the hill.
That song, “Girls, just wanna have fun!” should be, “Skiers & Snowboarders, just wanna have fun!”
Come check out the best hill in NE Washington, 49 Degrees North in Chewelah. Sliding down the slopes with boards strapped on your feet is the most fun a person can have without having to come up with bail money!
Max is so helpful! He runs outside anytime we go out to plow the snow. He hangs around outside most of the time. There was enough snowfall last night that the first thing Peter had to do was plow. He uses the tractor we purchased from our sister & brother-in-law when they moved down south. This piece of machinery is the biggest blessing to us in the past few years. It makes a lot of the work done around here much easier on us.
But I wanted you to see this video that shows how helpful Max really is while Pete does the plowing during winter. I’m sure Pete appreciates his standing right in front of the blade where he can’t even see him. He even seems as though he is saying,
“Yep, I’m right here waiting on you Dad”.
“What! Do I have to move?”
He jumps out of the way at the last minute and runs alongside. Max is a crazy dog and we love him.
One of my favorite songs is, “Dashing Through the Snow“! What a delightful white wonderland snow creates for us to play in. Don’t stay inside and miss it, an everchanging painting outside. I love winters with snow through each day. Magical, cold hard water on the lakes, and soft flakey water falling from the sky. A quiet and majestic coating on top of everything.
Winter moisture is so very therapeutic to our planet. Cold precipitation gives us clean water replenished, and makes the insects decrease the following spring. Yay!
You can see that this love of the Inland Norwest is introduced at an early age. We start by catching snowflakes on our tongues, and graduate to walking and eating handfuls of snow. Here is one of our grandkids learning from Grandpa not to eat dirty snow.
FYI-Here is the definition of toboggan |təˈbäɡən|
a long narrow sled used for the sport of coasting downhill over snow or ice. It typically is made of a lightweight board that is curved upward and backward at the front. toboggan
verb [ no obj. ] (usu. go tobogganing)
slide downhill over snow on a toboggan: my kids love to go tobogganing in the park before Christmas dinner | we tobogganed down a steep hill nearby. DERIVATIVES tobogganer |təˈbäɡ(ə)nər| noun. tobogganist |-nist| noun ORIGIN early 19th cent.: from Canadian French tabaganne, from Micmac topaĝan ‘sled.’ Isn’t is amazing what you can learn from books?
I still think sliding down a hill is one of the very finest things you can do in your life. Pete and I, both, plan to ski till we die because it is a truly real natural high. As I age, the winter activities get less radical, like, I tend to be much more careful on a runner sled, toboggan, or any kind of ski. I actually check out the route before I go because it is nice to be sure you will avoid where your car is parked. Sorry, it is a family joke.
Icicles are nature’s chemistry wonders in action. I looked to my right as we walked out of the church today. Sunlight sparkling through perfect icicles right there was a surprise. They were shimmering all over and looked as clear as glass. Visions of children’s swords and popsicle memories abound. Here is a great children’s craft to make your own icicles.
Icicle is a noun, meaning, “a hanging, tapering piece of ice formed by the freezing of dripping water” in the dictionary. Amazing transformations, when you think about it, isn’t it?
When I got a little closer the glass-like beauty intrigued me to the point that I wanted to photograph it from different angles. It is so amazing that the cold fluffy stuff melts and drips, then creates a different rock-hard form as it travels down. Soft and blowing fluff, transforming to water liquid drops, hardening to rock-hard, and finally melting into liquid drops again. Water has an eternal journey to the oceans.
As I changed positions I also noticed the brilliant blue sky in the background. I simply crouched down to allow inclusion of that beautiful blue sky. A gorgeous shot appeared proving beyond a doubt that winter is a magical time of year. If I can keep my eyes open, I can discover all the beauty in the little miracles outside. This looks like a wonderful painting to me.
We were fortunate to have some time with our daughter and her family this weekend. We picked huckleberries grown-ups only, which gave us time to visit. When the kids were picked up from their fathers, we went up to a different mountain and picked again. The mountain seems dry and pickers had beet us to our patches.
These are the two youngest jumping on the trampoline before they had to head home.
What a blessing it is to have children in your life.
Here is what dogs having too much fun looks like. We were lucky to have family visit for a wedding and spend the day with us outside walking. In the front is Hilti our nephew’s black lab. Then curley Hurley our Retriever/Poodle mix in the middle. And lastly is Max the tricolor Swiss Mountain Dog/Pitt in the rear.
The Nelson Creek Burn was a short 600 feet away from our own property last year before it was stopped. Many of us were evacuated and feared total loss but the fire crews are amazing and saved all the homes. Some outbuildings were lost but there was no loss of life other than wildlife. The charred stumps and burnt-out stumps are a good source of charcoal. Visibility between where the trees were is unusually open.
We went for a short walk to see how the land is doing. This video shows the extent of the devastation but it also shows the green coming back up this spring. Grasses and lots of wildflowers growing like mads. Wow!
Guess what we were doing this morning! We tire of spending days on end inside. We worked on pistol skills, murdering tin cans. It was a blast literally.
I read through the neighborhood Facebook page and got a good laugh. The roads are so slick that all of the people moving out here from town are totally in shock. They haven’t figured out yet that in northern Spokane County the road department does very little.
FYI. We are not a real high priority on the list for road services in northern Spokane. If you need to go anywhere you are pretty much on your own as far as snowplowing, sanding, and road grading to get there. Carry a shovel, traction sand, and chains in the car during winter. Sometimes, you’ll wish you had a tow strap too.
The people in town (Spokane) consider it normal to have services for snow plowing, sanding, and de-icing whenever the conditions are unsafe. Unfortunately, we in the rural areas get taxed for non-existent services. We don’t get the services, or if we do it is very sparingly.
We love to live so far out of town because we can put targets up and obliterate them legally on our property.
The roads are slick out there. Every winter I go through this ritual of noticing the breaks in the berms on the side of the road. It can be rather entertaining as you make bets on how many there will be. Is someone still stuck out there in the snow that may be needing help? You know, dial 911 and hope you are in a spot that has cell phone service. I’d sure hate to be someone in a car upside down or something like that.
The first clue in this typical slide-off is the presence of multiple yellow signs. A clear right turn arrow followed by three separate little yellow arrowheads pointing to the right. But, you can see that this driver simply assumed that those signs did not apply to him or her. Making no adjustments in their driving to compensate for the road conditions, they drive straight through the bank of snow in front of them. Yellow caution signs apply to everyone.
You know that they put those signs up only after enough people have slid off the road at the corner, don’t you?
A lot of people (transplants) have moved into our rural area from large cities in warm climates. Others move from nearby towns (Spokane) who are surprised at the lack of road plowing services when compared to the city streets. Welcome to our winter reality. C-L-U-E-L-E-S-S but in for a quick education from Mother Nature in the Inland Northwest.
Winter will teach you to use common sense, it is a requirement. Every year winter is cold, with snow and ice and we are required to get ready for it. Snow tires, chains, shovels, snowblowers, de-icer, antifreeze, blanket, shovel, emergency kits, and even a chain saw sometimes. Some cars get around better than others in the winter. Count the Subaru’s in the local parking lot.
The most important winter safety gear?
A human who adapts the way they drive for the slick roads.
How many slide-off tracks did you see on the way to work today?