When we got up there we definitely had snow. We were all so excited. Sledding and snow hikes happened, along with snowball fights and time spent examining the formation of icicles and even a birthday cake for me.
This cake was epic! Dairy free and gluten free. Made by C, who is an amazing baker!
Then it began to snow! Yay, we thought. How lovely it looks and we oohed and awed for two days. Then we woke in the night to the pellet stove going out and realized the power too had gone out, along with the water. We no longer oohed or awed.
So we made the best of it and trudged down to the lodge in the whiteout and got a bottle of wine to pass the evening.
For a while we were even snowed into the lodge, waiting for enough visibility to return to our cabin.
There was still no power or water but luckily we had a gas stove and matches.
In the morning the sky was blue and the sun was shiny. Everything was beautiful again. Only it was all buried under three feet of snow. Our food was running low and the power was still out. We needed to get home.
We spent the whole morning either shoveling snow or watching the snow plow go around attempting to move snow. By noon the power finally came back on. Doubtful emails were sent to family and jobs saying we probably wouldn’t make it home for another few days as another storm was supposed to move in that even dumping another foot or two of snow.
We packed in less than 20 minutes and were on the road with the new storm chasing our tails. It was the fodder for amazing memories and serious character building. I’d like to thank my dear friend C who was there with us and was the only one with serious snow experience giving us tips on how to sled, shovel snow without breaking our backs, and drive in slush and ice.