It hasn't exactly been a great snow year but it's been one of my favorite ski seasons yet. Just getting out on the hill feels like a big win this season and the lack of snow can hardly dampen the feeling of pure accomplishment that I get just by stepping into my bindings and sliding up to the lift.

We purchased season passes at Hoodoo (which is a small resort just about twenty miles from our property up in Sisters) crossing our fingers that we'd actually use them even though it meant driving three hours north, camping out in the trailer out every weekend and taking turns watching the twins. It's worked out though, we've been their skiing our hearts out every weekend but one since the resort opened. We come home exhausted every time but it really ends up clearing our heads and breathing life into the rest of the week.

Denver's parents met us up at the mountain last weekend and watched the twins. Denver and I had the luxury of skiing together and then leisurely switching out of our ski gear only to walk into the lodge and find both babies happy as could be taking an afternoon siesta in their Grandma and Papa's arms.