Spending the night at Timberline Lodge, driving up in the warm sunlight to touch the soft wood around the fireplace and laugh at squirrels running beneath tables in the cafe.
We attack the bunks with a fury!
My kids know what's up!
The sunlight outside is so blinding in the melting summer snow.
Grumpy Indians won't stop us.
We're throwing caution tot he wind.
I packed our winter sweaters...
Let's hit the slopes...run around in the frozen ground.
Lay back around the fire that night, watch the crackling pop of red and orange flame in the dark, and laugh about it all.