New Years Eve is not the typical time that you would expect to find a random adventure. The past several years have lived up to this expectation. This year, however, we decided to try something a little bit different.
Colton, Miara, Bree and I left on Friday afternoon with our skis and snowboards in tow, not realizing exactly how long a drive it is to Powder Mountain. We arrived with not much light to spare, and slightly fearful of the ever dropping thermometer in the car.
We stepped out of the car at a whopping 3* fahrenheit. It was only 4:00. It was going to be one cold night. We spent several hours skiing. I had a great time. Dinner was also pretty good – mashed potatoes, nachos, vegetables, and turkey. We ate next to a weather station, occasionally catching glimpses of the ever dropping thermometer.
We eventually bolstered ourselves and bundled up for a couple more hours of skiing. We finally called it quits around 10:30. That was almost a full day of skiing!
The ride home afforded us a sighting of the largest moose that I have ever seen. It was a massive bull that stood on the side of the road, only to take off running up and over the crest of the hill when we pulled over to get a better look. You can see its tracks in this picture below.
All in all, a much better way to spend New Years than sitting around at home. Even if it was –7*.