So, we had a "field trip day" yesterday. We packed a cooler, grabbed our coats, gloves, and boots and headed up to the mountains, where we stopped at our favorite playground in Georgetown.
Here's the sandbox.
Where Theresa and William are trying to dig in the half-frozen sand...
Then we hopped back in the car after everyone's noses were frozen and headed up to Breckenridge.
Where, as William says, "it's still Christmas."
And where the International Snow Sculpture Competition just took place last weekend.
Here are the kids in front of a bodacious dragon.
A bear we all particularly liked.
Some dancing notes.
(who reminded us a little of Aunt Donna...)
(She's got that Welsh-Oriental look like you, Dons... We think she's pretty!)
A ten-foot tall violinist.
Two really nifty treefrogs.
And this amazingly intricate snow carving of deer and dancers,
that we thought should have won first place.
But this one won.
(That's for you, Nicole!)
Then, after we'd seen all the sculptures and toured the town museum for a little while -- when everyone was getting cold and tired and cranky again -- we loaded the troops back up in the car and headed down the valley...
Where we passed this sign in Frisco.
(Check it out, Paul!)
And we passed some beautiful snow-capped mountains.
And some more.
(They're everywhere up there in the Rockies, you know.)
And after a bit, everyone was tired, but happy, and only a little bit cranky.
I think we only had to threaten to stop the car once. Or twice maybe.