Happy New Year!!

As promised, here are some photos from our totally rock’n ski/snowboarding trip on New Years Eve day…

On the way up the canyon it was soon realized that we were not the only ones that thought it would a perfect day for hitting the slopes. I didn’t mind too much though because the snow covered trees were just as gorgeous as could be and it had been two years since I’d been able to snowboard.

Heading up the lift, I couldn’t stop raving about how beautiful everything looked. It was a crystallized fairy land. I was snapping photos right and left as if I was a tourist there for the first time.  Jer made sure to make fun of me but I didn’t care. I think I was in heaven.

It was completely breathtaking. I wish my camera could have captured it better.

We spent the bulk of the day chasing powder and trying to get in as many runs as possible. We stayed on the expert runs all day to avoid the long lines at the lifts. Here is our crew on top of the world.

In a moment of pure exhaustion, I laid down in the snow to wait for Jer. Directly above my head was this.

My parents thought it was a sun dog but I’m not sure now I’ve looked at wikipedia. I had no idea that it was anything other than a rainbow caused by the sun coming through the clouds and snowflakes at just the right moment. I think it think it could have been a complete circle if there had been enough snow flakes blowing the right way. I was on the edge of some clouds that were lightly snowing and a blue sky. If I hadn’t of laid down in the snow I would have seen this. It was pretty cool.

The bit of clouds that were hanging over the top of the mountain dispersed later into the day and provided this view over the back side of the resort. My cute dad wanted nothing more than to get to the top so we could look over into Heber Valley that lays beyond.

Back in his prime my father was such a ski bum. He use to jump in his jeep with his buddies and ditch school to come up to ski. He had a great time reminising about the old days and told us all about his back country trips, the close calls he had and the awesome arrials he use to do. When we were planning the day, he had wanted so bad to come with us but was afraid his old frame couldn’t handle the pounding of the mountain. Luckily he managed to keep up with us just fine.

I just love this picture of him because I can see all of his joy on his face of being there with us. Love ya, dad!

Unfortunately I don’t have any action shots. We were so busy riding the slopes that I never stopped to take a picture mid ride. Jer and I love cutting through the trees especially because that is where all the good powder can be found so maybe you can just imagine that.

I can hardly wait until the next snowfall. Yippee.