A Little Getaway

A couple of years ago, Jeff discovered a great little cabin for a getaway.  (He's good at discovering things like that!)  It's rustic and remote, and we fell in love with it.  You can see pictures of our first time to the cabin here and here.  (I must have been busy because I barely blogged about it at all!)  This year, we had the chance to return to the little old place, which is right on the water…and so we did.  We stayed there the night of the 26th and 27th.  It was so great to unplug and unwind.  (If you're local and want to know where it is, let me know!)

Now, in order to be truthful, I need to reveal that the first 24 hours were a little bumpy.  Jeff and I were tired and not relaxed, and the kids were pretty cranky and demanding…probably at least partly due to the month of birthdays and Christmas and presents, presents, presents.  After that, though, we all did much better.  We decided that three nights away would have been even better than two, but as our resources are not unlimited, we're thankful for the two!  And, here are some pictures from our time there.  Jeff took this first one.

Thank goodness we didn't go up for the snow, because there was hardly any.  However, the sloping lane to our cabin was icy…and perfect for trying out the new Christmas sled.  It worked!

Gracie and I didn't get too far.

 You didn't see Jonathan in the sledding pictures above because he balked at the idea of sledding down that tiny hill.  He was a real stinker.  (But, of course, that was during the aforementioned first 24 hours.)  When we drove to a big hill with snow on it - a little, anyway - he tried a teeny bit of sledding and loved it, even though the snow conditions were horrible.

One thing you won't see in these pictures is Jeff's attempt at sledding.  He went to the top of the hill, which was actually covered in ice, not snow, and decided to try it.  (The kids and I stayed at the bottom.  Wisely.)  Anyway, he tried to sled down, and managed to hurt his tail bone and draw blood on both of his hands.  Then he remembered that he's 39, not 19!  And I should mention that someone told us that the sledding hill is nicknamed "Hospital Hill."  At least he didn't land in the hospital!

The dry air up there was serious business!

Here we are on the last morning.  Jeff had packed the car with the help of these two wagons, and pulled  the kids up the icy hill, too.  This was our sledding hill.

We asked another couple to take our picture on our way to the car.  We didn't take other family pictures over the weekend for some reason.

I saved my favorite picture for last.  The second night there was gorgeous.  After not seeing the sun at all during the day, it peeked through just enough for a glorious sunset.  We took a bunch of pictures from our deck right over the water, and this was my favorite.