Mt Baker

We arrived at Bill and Allison’s after an effortless pre-Thanksgiving commute. A new rule for the Boys/Harris clan - never travel the same day as everyone else around Holidays. Leaving on Tuesday allowed us to glide through LAX (no mean feat), straight into a rental car, a Seattle pit stop for some food and then onto Bellingham. All as smooth as a Mitchell Pearce pass.

Wednesday morning we headed out for Mt Baker, a snow field about an hour from Bill and Allison’s. If the kids were excited about the prospect of snow, Cerentha was barely containable. We arrived to a beautiful snow field, almost empty. The wind was cold, the sky was grey and the kids were down the hill faster than I could put my ski pants on.

Nick and Jack spent the whole time sledding together. Cerentha and Lucinda became a formidable team. I proved to be more Jamaican bobsledder than German but had a great time none the less. Allison and Zack were a great team while Bill spent a lot of time climbing on snow covered buildings with the boys.

A drive back down the hill and a stop for Italian food and beers was followed by an afternoon of reading and napping. It doesn’t get much better than this.