Tax Day Tuesday

There is a certain day in April that many people dread. It's the day taxes are due.

For the member's of my community it's more likely going from weather and gear like the above

Back to this..... overnight, in the middle of April.

Lucky for me, weather the ski hill is open or closed doesn't much matter. I got my own tow rope. 

Thanks for the lift my fine Father friend. It's been a great season.

But I am ready for swimsuit season.

 Spring can run.

But it can't hide. 

For a moment there

We rounded the corner into April....

and for a moment there....

I thought I found spring.

We rolled out our bikes... we forgot out our bikes

and old man winter let us know leaving your bike out is not a good idea.

My Mom won the race on Saturday. On Monday she lost the war on winter.

In case you are wondering where my race report from the toddler trot is. It is missing because I skipped it to go on a waterfall exploring expedition adventure with my Dad.

And to think my Mom was awarded a trophy for running 10 miles on paved surfaces with aid stations.

I have taken to making my own medals and awarding them to whoever I see fit. 

You want a real race report? 

The time wasn't that fast

But it wasn't that slow

Could she have gone faster?

Nobody knows!

Not a bad poem for a 2.5 year old if I do say so. 

Spring Skiing

 A spring break escape to warmer climates seems to be very popular amongst those from colder regions. My parents snuck and I do mean snuck in along weekend of spring skiing at Beaver Creek in Colorado. They may have found warmer weather there but snow seems to have a way of following them this year. I doubt you'll here them complaining though.

 Face shot Dad! Face shot Mom!

 Steep and deep terrain translate to big, big , smiles.

Meanwhile, back on the home front I was helping Grandpa name his new chicks. He got 6 of them. They are going to lay eggs. 300 per year per chick. I am going to bring my basket and gather the eggs up. While free range may be all the range amongst the organic crowd. Grandpa's are a step above that. They are going to live in an gated community that discriminates against the riff raft of coyotes, raccoons, and foxes. I'm sure pictures of this fine establishment will soon follow.

Too bad we didn't have any of Grandpa chicks eggs to put in Grammy's birthday cake. I knew everybody would be so disappointed in this loss that I ran interference by solo singing Happy Birthday.

The next we closed out the season at our local ski hill, although it wasn't due to lack of snow. Skiing makes me hungry, you see it's straight to my kitchen post workout and ski session.