Snow-shoeing

So we're still here. Kent didn't get the job in Portland. So we are here, in our home. It's the place we should be. So now we are unpacking some of the boxes that we packed just last week, so silly. I figure whatever we do not use in the month or so that we stay here, it will be taken to the DI. It is ridiculous how much stuff we have accumulated. I mean really, it should be against the law.

I went snow shoeing today. Here are some pictures of some of my buddies.

This is Hike-a-Deb. Her nickname was given to her by Bella when she was only 2, because when I would say, "I'm going hiking with Deb" Bella would respond in her 2 year old jargon, "I go with Hike-a-deb". Anyway it stuck. It fits her. We don't call her anything else. To say that this is the most generous, kind woman would be an understatement. Truly, an angel.

Hike-a-Deb and sweet Suzette

All right, to me nature is poetry. For every principle in the gospel there is a parallel in nature. God, being the Master Scientist, wouldn't have it any other way. What a gentle, patient teacher. He'll let us see as much as we can into it, no more. This is the view from what my buddies call "Kristin's spot". No matter how pressed for time we may be or what the weather is, I always make them stop here to look. This view speaks to me. It is thoroughly stunning in every season. But in the winter after a snow storm the world is written in white. This picture doesn't do it justice. Come over and I'll take you to see it.

Spaghetti for dinner. So fun.