Sometimes they come by mail, other times they come verbally, but however they come, I love them. A couple of weeks ago we received an invitation to stay at Pronghorn near Bend, OR. We gladly accepted the offer and headed down to Bend with David's boss for a few days of relaxation and fun in the snow. I could have quite possibly stay bundled up in the king size bed with fluffy blankets, a good book and a warm fire in the fireplace, but we did venture out.
We did a little snowshoeing, played in the snow, ate some good food and hung out.
Before we headed out snowshoeing, David asked if I wanted warmer gloves. I quickly replied, "Why would I need warmer gloves, I don't plan on falling." Literally a minute later I tried to run in the snowshoes, tripped and fell down. Then I tried to race David in the snowshoes, big mistake. He has longer legs and can lift them a little higher than me. I found myself on the ground again.
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