Katie was enamored by the snow, and perhaps even more so, by icicles which the girls plucked one after another.
On day two the big girls tried skiing.
There weren't any kiddie slopes at this particular mountain (we figured this all out too late of course) so we headed to the most remedial section they had.
After undergoing an extremely brief trial run on the flat surface at the bottom of the slopes, the girls insisted on going on the chair lift.
Papa who hadn't been on skis (only a snowboard) since he was 10-years old was not supportive of the idea, but Katie was adament.
So, up they went.
They did have fun hanging out at the house.
There were two sets of double bunk beds in a room where the girls slept.
The kids enjoyed eating, bathing and sleeping together. That is, until they hated each other like the frienemies (friend + enemy) they are.
All the while outside it snowed.
And snowed.
The next morning we awoke to this...
We headed out with our sleds.
Yes.
And, she deplored the snow.
Every time I tried to put her down she cried. So for the most part there are no pictures of her, because I'm generally carrying her while taking these photos.
(me trying to take a picture of the two of us.)
But, when we got there they both balked saying it looked too scary.
So, we made snowmen near the entrance instead (hence the fencing and barbed wire in the background).
Our friends, hailing from back east quickly made a respectable snowman.
She scrambles down and begins to play in the snow.
Being the mamarazzi I am, I quickly snapped a semi-decent shot of the girls in the snow together -- the only one I got the whole trip.
