Sandy! I'm sure glad the family was there to help you out. Those cold metal buckles are the worst. The sweater knitted out of that yarn will keep me merrily warm in Christmas 🎄
My dear 'Alice' Cousin, your adventures can rival Alice and friends anytime! I enjoy getting to know you through your writing and am so impressed! Too many miles (and years, I'm afraid) for us to have crossed paths more often and earlier in our lives. With my Dad being a Mountaineer, I can relate to episodes like you had in this story, because I did share a few adventures with him. Mine weren't as exciting as yours though, and I had to write to tell you how much I enjoy your Wonderland experience! And your posts on Facebook amaze me, that you are still creating and experiencing new breathtaking moments! Love you, Sandy, and wish we'd had more times together as kids, but I am a couple decades older than you and live miles apart. Take care on any new attempts to conquer the wilderness, Dear Sandy! Hugs!
Beautiful story and wondrous in the telling. What I love most about this story is how calm your Dad was, no shaming of you or panic, just taking care of business and on to the desired tree! Your remembrance of him and this adventure warms my heart though the thought of unbuckling those leather straps with bare fingers has me chilled!
Love your colorful well documented stories of mishaps and wonder; oh to be young, brave, foolish, and full of beans again as we adventure out into the world...your stories bring back a host of memories of my early years in the Rockies, skiing and snowshoeing and often landing in deep snow, making getting up and out an effort much like yours. At nineteen, you just carry on and live in the moment...however, washing in an ice cold creek was not my favorite mountain winter activity nor getting up in the middle of the night to head out to the loo which was way too far from the cabin where a group of us were packed in like sardines...I wish I had a camera to record those moments, but the memories remain brought back to vivid life with your yummy stories...thank you, xoxo
Sandy! I'm sure glad the family was there to help you out. Those cold metal buckles are the worst. The sweater knitted out of that yarn will keep me merrily warm in Christmas 🎄
My dear 'Alice' Cousin, your adventures can rival Alice and friends anytime! I enjoy getting to know you through your writing and am so impressed! Too many miles (and years, I'm afraid) for us to have crossed paths more often and earlier in our lives. With my Dad being a Mountaineer, I can relate to episodes like you had in this story, because I did share a few adventures with him. Mine weren't as exciting as yours though, and I had to write to tell you how much I enjoy your Wonderland experience! And your posts on Facebook amaze me, that you are still creating and experiencing new breathtaking moments! Love you, Sandy, and wish we'd had more times together as kids, but I am a couple decades older than you and live miles apart. Take care on any new attempts to conquer the wilderness, Dear Sandy! Hugs!
Beautiful story and wondrous in the telling. What I love most about this story is how calm your Dad was, no shaming of you or panic, just taking care of business and on to the desired tree! Your remembrance of him and this adventure warms my heart though the thought of unbuckling those leather straps with bare fingers has me chilled!
"glass shard sparkle" and "Alice tumble"....great imagery !!!!!
Your dad seems to have been one helluva guy...
Brr!
wonderful adventure story, sandy. I think you'd like to go snow shoeing or cross country skiing here in c.b. some time too.
Love your colorful well documented stories of mishaps and wonder; oh to be young, brave, foolish, and full of beans again as we adventure out into the world...your stories bring back a host of memories of my early years in the Rockies, skiing and snowshoeing and often landing in deep snow, making getting up and out an effort much like yours. At nineteen, you just carry on and live in the moment...however, washing in an ice cold creek was not my favorite mountain winter activity nor getting up in the middle of the night to head out to the loo which was way too far from the cabin where a group of us were packed in like sardines...I wish I had a camera to record those moments, but the memories remain brought back to vivid life with your yummy stories...thank you, xoxo
Thanks Sandy... Great to see your young family and your wonderful father....
Daniel