Once again it is time to go up to Breckenridge to check out the sweet snow sculptures that are carved up there. The kids were excited, I was excited, and we were looking forward to a great day up in the mountains. We loaded up the car with all of our snow gear and braced ourselves for 1-70 traffic up to the resorts. The traffic was slow, but we didn't care too much since we knew what was waiting for us when we arrived in Breckenridge. Once we pulled into town we easily found a parking spot and dressed everyone. Surprisingly no one complained about their snow clothes at all. I am loving this! We made the trek down to main street and saw....that we were there the wrong day! I had written down the date wrong on the calendar and we were one week too early. Instead of seeing beautifully carved snow sculptures, we saw beautifully packed snow blocks.
Playing soccer with ice chunks.
Looking back, it seemed a little quiet as we were walking through town. Even though I truly messed up, no one seemed to care. We found a field of snow and just decided to play instead. It was deep and soft. As I walked through the snow I frequently fell up to my thigh. The kids all had to crawl through it to move anywhere.
Kelton's face was so close to the ground as he crawled that I'm surprised he wasn't wearing a white snow beard. Each time I looked at him he had a big goofy grin on his face.
The snow was too fluffy to build a snowman with, so we buried the girls in it, threw them across the field, and made them race through it.
A nice side-effect of being up there the wrong week meant that we had the snow to ourselves. The kids could just run and play without getting in anyone's way. And look how beautiful it was that day!
They also had their pick of pristine icicles for sucking on.
Their bellies started calling to them after awhile and we trekked back to the car for lunch. I'm not sure if we will make it back up for the actual viewing week or not, but it sure was a lot of fun anyway!
