Shirts and Ski Slopes

Ask me why I am wearing a different shirt than I was five minutes ago. Go ahead, ask! It's because I was peed on. With pee! Seriously, this hasn't happened since the Boy was an infant. He is so not going to an Ivy League college with this kind of attitude.

Back to the vacation.

Day #2 we packed a lunch and headed up the mountain to the local ski slopes. No, you didn't mis-read that. And no, there wasn't any snow. The idea was to ride the gondola up to the ski lodge, have a picnic lunch and then maybe take a short hike around the area. Sounds lovely, right? Well, remember how this vacation didn't go as planned? This is what happened: lightning. Apparently, lightning is very attracted to the large metal poles (and why wouldn't it be attracted? Those poles are so slender and pretty) that hold up the gondolas and such. So no go. No problem. We can adapt. We had lunch at the base of the gondola, in the patio area of a closed restaurant (not the busy season, remember?) and that was fun.

By the time we finished the Doritos, they had reopened the gondola. Yippee!
The Boy celebrated the contraption's reopening by immediately filling his diapers. Boo!
I neglected to pack an extra diaper. BOO!
But, hey! This time I remembered the camera! Yippee!

We sent da Boo up the mountain with her cousins. The Man ran (literally, because with a load like this, you cannot afford to wait around) back to the van and returned with diapers and extra wipes (he's so very smart). Now with clean pants, we stepped onto the gondola to join the rest of the family.

I'll talk about the hike tomorrow but now, it's PICTURE TIME!


Looks like they're having fun, right? That's because I am trying to distract them from what's out the window:



Yikes! Don't look down! The Man said he could see the condo from here. I think he was lying.