At least the weather cooperated. It wasn't the mid 20s that was predicted. We even saw some blue sky. Or as Henry is wont to say, "A sucker hole!" (Note to self: Stop teaching the kids things that will greatly annoy Amy.) (Second note to self: Teach Henry the difference between a sucker hole and one cloud in a blue sky.)

Dreams were dashed, though, when we saw the road wasn't plowed beyond the bridge. They were my dreams. I had dreamed we'd get all the way to Franklin Falls. Now we'd be walking the road. Still, it was a nice road. A lovely road right next to the river. And a bridge. There's a neat bridge. Of course, the sides of the bridge are likely death traps with snow covering the void. A child-sized void ready to swallow child-sized children. Great, now we need to keep the kids in line.

Well, Josie and I (You thought it was Amy? Seriously? a) She'd never go into the cold. b) The kids listen to her.) did our best. We had a few tears, a few faceplants, but in general it was all good. We didn't climb any massive mountains. We didn't ford any (major) rivers. We didn't even chalk up serious mileage.

We did, though, totally explore the lower part of the Denny Creek campground. Site 12 looks fantastic and the big hill was entertaining as Henry climbed it not once, but twice. Then it was back downhill (only two more faceplants!). Back in the car and then the house and we had a great time even if it was only 1.3 miles and 100 feet of gain.