Max didn't complain once today. And Madison was even with him for most of the day.
Darric found out about Cold Creek from Brian. So Sunday, after we had breakfast, we drove a little over an hour away to the bottom of the mountain. At the end of the road we found a place to park, with a handful of other vehicles.
The white stuff was perfect. Like it had fallen the night before preparing for two eager snow deprived kids.
Max and Madi got right to building two giant snowballs. Then they decided to work on a fort, probably to protect themselves from their dad. Madi packed the snow while Max threw himself in front of incoming snowballs, protecting his sister.
Every so often, you'd hear a shrill of excitement when Madison would catch sight of another dog. Everyone, but us, brought their dogs up there with them. And all the dogs seemed to get along.
Darric didn't bring gloves and refused to wear my colorful striped ones, so he had to keep taking breaks to warm his hands back up. The weather was perfect. Even a little on the warm side with all the running around we were doing.
We walked up the road a little ways to play in a spot all by ourselves. We had a snowball fight.
We all had some trouble hitting our targets (mostly me). Although Darric did manage to chuck a snowball right at the side of Max's head and at the back of my neck. My day was finally complete after landing a snowball on Darric's backside as he was bent down scooping up more snow.
Max and Madi both had to make snow angels.
Then Max tried a new trick, flipping onto his head in the snow. The last time he did it, he came up to a face full of snow his dad dropped on him.
Which would be why he's throwing snow back at his dad...
We couldn't call it a day before a snowman was built.
I think they did a pretty good job. And because Madison got to do most of the constructing...
Max got to do the deconstructing...
His first jump kick didn't do enough damage, so he had to do it again.
That one did the trick. Poor Mr. Snowman. Max is sure happy though.
His first thought was to take the snowman's head home with him. But then he decided to throw it at his dad instead.
That thought made him pretty happy. :)
But Mr. Snowman's head was rejected.
It was all good though. And time to head back to the truck so the kids could warm their fingers and toes back up. We made our way back down the road to the freeway and headed home. Stopping to grab Panda for linner.
We all had a great time and can't wait to go back again... maybe with the dogs (or maybe not).