Monday, January 14, 2013
On top of the mountain
As Southern California natives, we're deprived of seasons, specifically winter, so I had been nursing a mighty hankering to gallivant in the snow at this time of year. We drove over to the mountains on New Year's day with dear family and took a tram more than 8,000 feet up to the snow-capped peaks to herald in the new year. We marveled at God's handiwork as we took in the frigid air and snowy expanses, where the majestic snow splendor ignited within us a giddy furor. The main course of action was sledding, and though I hadn't gone sledding in over ten years, it was as thrilling as my ten-year-old self remembers. By the day's end, we decided that a snow day ought to be an annual tradition.