Skull Crack Trail

We headed for the mountains with plans to snowshoe and go sledding. The snow was crispy and thin, the air felt like spring, and we didn't need snowshoes or even a coat. Instead of sleds we just used our bums, and Beckett giggled the whole way down. We ate lunch at one of my favorite places: a picnic table by the a river. It's days like these that I fall in love with winter.