Snowshoeing worked nominally well...we put Anna in Andrew's snowshoes (they're too small for him anyway, and are the same size as Jacob's), and Andrew wore mine and I wore Marks. But poor Anna-she just couldn't walk wide-legged enough to make it work! Before we got too far she was down to just her boots, with me occasionally carrying her under one arm or on my shoulders. (Note to self: If you try to hold a 30 lb. child on your shoulders while maneuvering in snowshoes that are a bit too long with ski poles in one hand and the other stabilizing the child while making it through a foot of fresh snow, you're progress will be slow and your back will yell at you later for it). But Anna was a trooper and made it to the top of the hill, and was rewarded by being pulled all the way back down in the sled!
This might have been the first. time. ever. that Jacob thoroughly enjoyed being out and didn't complain once. His attitude is one of the main reasons I choose snowshoeing over skiing. But even with snowshoeing he can get overwhelmed at times...today was not one of them! He was a great encouragement to Anna, too...I was proud of him!
I think Andrew was already to the top of the hill long before Anna and I even made it to the base of the hill! He pulled the sled up for us, and helped me maneuver it with Anna on the way back down...such a helper all the time.
Ironically, the sledding wasn't even good! They went down once, and I dont' know if it was too powdery or too warm (those don't usually go together, but that's what it was like), and it wasn't worth going down again! But they sure had fun anyway, and the disappointment of the sledding was quickly forgotten when I mentioned "hot apple cider" before heading back down.
With beauty like this, can you blame us for heading out?
|Anna and Jacob heading up to the top of the sledding hill.|
|The view from the top. The small patch of orangish-brown on the left is our house, the church is on the right.|