Snowshoeing

First, I admit that at the moment when we were parked along the canyon road, trying to shove the kids into their respective harnesses while they both cried and resisted with the fury of, well, kids being shoved into harnesses, I didn't think snowshoeing with them was such a bright idea. I think I actually uttered a sarcastic, "This is going to be really fun, " as I tromped toward the trailhead, with a whimpering Sam strapped to my belly and an already cold, crying Miranda hefted onto Patrick's back.
But I was wrong! It was so exhilarating. The snow was perfect, the hollow was windless and still, and the sky was blue against the shady white. We had so much fun. Even the kids loved it...for awhile.
The best souvenir we have is this picture! I laugh every time I look at it. I feel like it's an emergency rescue scene, but really its just that we had to toss the kids over a few streams on our journey. I guess it goes to show that what is easy is not always what is most rewarding or most memorable.