When I say I’m not an outdoorsy person, I don’t mean that I’m vehemently against swimming and hiking and being in the sun….though truth be told, I could give or take hiking.
What I really mean is that I’m not a “doer” type person where I have to be physically doing something active to have fun. Sure I like doing some things, but it’s not typically my idea of rockin’ good time.
Walking around and looking at stuff? Good.
Actually participating in things (i.e. doing anything more than walking around and looking at stuff)? Eh, not so much.
So when my Mom called to coax me (and Husband and Mittens, too) into spending the weekend with them (i.e. my parents and my brother) in their cabin in the mountains, my first instinct was to say no. Well, technically my first reaction was to make an excuse about Mittens still being sick (see part 1 re: me not being outdoorsy), but I decided to against it.
After a few minutes of listening quietly whilst trying to figure out a nice way to turn down her proposal, I ended up acquiescing to Mom’s cajoling because a) she offered to pay for all the food; b) she mentioned that our zoo passes get us in free to the zoo up there, and c) she knew we had nothing else to do. The last time we’d been up to their cabin was pre-Mitzi, so it was probably about time to go again.
So, after a two hour drive, 24 hours of mountainy goodness, and two more hours driving back, here’s what I have to show for it:
HUSBAND: Look, I got you a big pinecone! // Two seconds later – HUSBAND: Don’t eat the pinecone!
Chair lifts in the off-season: strangely picturesque.
MITTENS: I’m on top of a doggie! // HUSBAND: Actually that’s wolf. // MITTENS: Yeah….WOOF. Doggie.
This was going to be a profound, inspirational caption until I noticed the DUCK PHOTOBOMB in the left corner.
It was actually 70 degrees out. The blanket is purely decorative.
