We hadn't made it up to the snow before Christmas or even during our holiday break so, since the fluffy stuff seems to be holding back from falling in our fair city this winter, we took a trip up to the mountain last weekend. Lots of shade (bad light, terrible photographs) and a surprisingly warm day. Naiya wasn't so much interested in the sledding we had planned but she did enjoy digging a number of holes and sitting in them. Ah, the pleasures of childhood.
We told her as we walked down, down, down hill on the trail to Trillium Lake (which we didn't reach) that we weren't going to carry her back up. That was fine with her, she replied, as she raced ahead of us pulling our little sled loaded with jackets we had shed in the warmth of the afternoon. Of course, we did end up hauling her back up hill in the sled. (Read bad parenting.) Both Ryan and I agreed, however, that this was, by far, the easiest way we have ever had to transport her on a hike she didn't wish to finish.