Oldest Daughter, her teacher, and her dear friend, with whom she performed her recital
Returning to Boise, we planned to make a quick turn around (kiss the kids hello, re-pack, sleep, and eat) , and head out the next morning to drive to Bozeman, Montana to spend Thanksgiving with more of Dear Husband's family. We were so very thankful for the loaned Ford Expedition we were driving as we set out in blizzard conditions. Arriving in Idaho Falls, the roads closed behind us and before us and at 0 degrees (or lower) we were grateful for the Shiloh Inn and their special stranded travelers rate: Room for five plus breakfast--$65. I think it must have cost at least half that just to heat our room and water, it was so cold outside.
Dear Husband prepared our stranded traveler dinner: microwave nachos (with real cheddar cheese--not the icky saucy stuff) and I curled up to enjoy Active Son's latest read while the wind howled outdoors. Cozy!
Highway fifteen opened in the morning and we were on our way--much better driving than the day before when we had witnessed over 20 cars off the road.
Active Son and Artist Son get a lesson in shoveling snow from their cousin. He's had lots of experience.
So much fun sledding! I find the screaming that one must do as one must do as one comes down the hill, especially when one's sled turns backwards, to be exhilarating.
The boys grew tired of "normal" sledding and decided to try some stunts.
This was the first one--pretty tame--just holding their sleds together.
The pyramid looked a little risky, but they made it down without spills. Artist Son's good balance came in handy here.
Next, they tried what I call The Dogsled. The "dogs" ate snow but I think Artist Son had a pretty good time.