One of the problems with living in such an awesome place is that we haven't adventured very far afield this winter. On Saturday, we took off to Lake City, 55 miles away, to explore their town ski hill and to see what we could see.
The Lake City Ski Hill has all of 242 feet of vert and is serviced by a single poma lift. It. Is. Awesome.
We had some moments of full-blown 4-year-old tantrum when we realized that we had left Hazel's ski pants at home. A kind local offered us 3(!) pairs of pants that she could borrow, but alas, they were all black. Cue second tantrum. Because, you know. They weren't pink. Hazel finally just skied in her long underwear.
There are no tantrums happening in this picture.
Tygh has already been skiing this season, on the magic carpet at Crested Butte. He got to experience his first poma lift in Lake City.
Lake City is an old mining town surrounded by peaks over 14,000 feet. It's a pretty special place and it was a gorgeous warm day.
Tygh had his first ride on a swing. He liked it and liked it and liked it and liked it...he didn't want to get off.
Mom and Dad hired Hazel to babysit and went to the bar.
Boy conversation.
Checking out the ice climbing park in town.
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