I know it's been awhile since you've heard from me, but I have very good reason for why that is...I have been out of town at the wedding of one of my best friends. And what a beautiful and unforgettable celebration of love and commitment it was!
Snow for a Southern girl is like a restaurant without sweet iced tea...it doesn't exist, and if it does, no one wants to go there! [By the way, in keeping with my different philosophy, I actually don't like sweet tea. I also absolutely adore snow.]
This past weekend, I had the thrilling opportunity to play in the snow, more snow than I have EVER seen. And. It. Was. Beautiful.
Snowshoeing was quite the adventure. Sadly, snowshoes are no longer the racket-looking things of yesteryear, but have rather improved with age and technological advancement. Rental snowshoes are not as attractive or aerodynamic as their purchased counterparts, but they still get the job done. In case you're like me and have never even seen a pair of snowshoes before, their purpose is solely to help you walk on snow, instead of falling through it, which I also did on several occasions over the course of the weekend. Added benefit to looking SO cool: hiking uphill in clodhoppers is terrific exercise for your gluteal muscles. Score!
Sledding also proved to be a remarkable experience. I think everyone in the entire valley could hear my laughter coming down the hill and across the plain as I shot across the snow! No matter how old you become, you're never too old to feel the wind on your face and the ice on your bum. Ha ha ha!
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