It was supposed to be a nice walk in the woods with our cousins from the 49th state. After a long winter up north I'd hoped to warm them with some sunshine. I figured an Alaskan winter would sour anyone on snow. Heck, after the winter down here I was getting close. Well, at least when it comes to freshly fallen snow. Consolidated snow is ok, but fresh snow? Come on!
I had figured we'd wander back toward the glorious lands of blue skies and bluer water. Instead of the t-shirt and shorts walk I'd hoped for we got sideways snow and a ton of it.
We made it to the lake at the base of the climb before we decided we'd had enough adventure. There were a few brief moments of good weather, but mostly we kept warm with jokes and the whole family thing. Even though we haven't seen each other in years (and the kids hadn't seen each other in years and years) we snapped right back to where we were the last time we were together.
Then it started snowing even harder and we fled.
In spite of the weather turning on us, blowing and then raining as we headed to the car, we kept stopping to talk and laugh. I know I'm crazy enough to have had a good time in spite of the weather (or because of it, nothing like a surprise snow storm in spring!), but to see others enjoying themselves made me sure we were family.
