This year our mountains have had tons of snow. Good thing because we needed it for the water, and also because we were bummed we couldn't go sledding last year. So this year we took a trip to the mountains.
Beautiful waterfall outside of Yosemite National Park.
Our plan was to tube at Badger Ski Pass, right outside of Yosemite Valley. Unfortunately, their tubing run was booked out for the day (whoops, probably should have called ahead), so we had to get creative. Somehow I convinced Heidi to let us rent skis instead. For all of us. :-D
Admittedly, this wasn't the ideal situation. I was the only one who had skied at all, which meant I had to teach Heidi while we both somehow kept an eye on the girls, who were also trying to figure out skis at the same time. (Of course I was too cheap to even consider signing them up for a class).
Miriam hated the idea for a long time until she saw Evette do a few runs, then she was excited to ski between our legs.
"Ski me!! Ski me!!!"
Evette was a champ. Heidi and I took turns helping her down the bunny hill. It was a little painful for everyone, but she had fun.
I went on a few solo runs, but after an hour or so we decided that was about all we could do without further adult support, so we took off a bit early, hoping to find a hill in the woods we could sled on. Thankfully we did find one only a half mile or so from the ski resort. Lots of photos and videos for your viewing pleasure...
Her boots were... inadequate. Rainboots, it turns out, are only waterproof from the bottom - and that matters.
After sledding for a while we went to Yosemite Valley itself. Words like "stunning" and "breathtaking" only scratch the surface. Photos are a weak representation. Go yourself.
We then drove around in the Valley for a while. We didn't have a ton of time so we didn't get out and do any of the hikes, so we'll definitely need to go back.
Turns out there's this phenomena where the sunset hits a waterfall just right to create what's known as the firefall (google image results), and we happened to be in the park when the conditions were "just right." Note that we didn't really care, but I swear half of Northern California did. As a result, traffic in Yosemite was a nightmare. So bad that I got out and walked along the highway with the girls while Heidi drove a snail's pace.
My best shot of the firefall.
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