It's raining down here, but it's snowing up there. But just how far up there do we need to go?
Turns out, not far. Just one exit. Sort of. It was kind of raining at the car, but I convinced the kids it was "thick rain." Ha! Kids!
The trail up to the Iron Horse is quick, but fun in a post-apocalyptic kind of way. The old railroad bridge is still sturdy, but a relic of the past. Once we got to the Iron Horse we were in the snow and it was time for hot chocolate, of course.
Treen tried on a pair of boots and quickly lost them in the snow. She's following in Tokul's footsteps. Literally.
The kids threw snowballs at me and sang happy birthday. They love me so much. They hardly put any rocks in the snowballs at all.
After I was had my fill of birthday adventure we turned for home a year older, but definitely no wiser.
