Afterwards, Trent and I took a little trip up to Brighton to visit our friends, Jake and Alisha, at their cabin. Highlights from the trip include: close games of foosball, delicious food (mmmm, Navajo tacos), several 15 minute intervals spent in their sauna, and of course the snowshoeing adventure.
This so called ‘Snowshoeing Adventure Redux’ of ours began with the layering on of warm clothes- no swimsuits and warm weather this time. We strapped on our snowshoes and started to hike up the side of the ski resort that wasn't open yet for the season- it just so happened to be the exact same starting point as last time. We hiked and hiked, chatting and occasionally falling down along the way, until we eventually reached Lake Mary. We stopped there and took a couple pictures with Trent's snazzy new camera phone, then decided it was time to head back, as it was starting to get a teensy bit dark. On the way down we tried to make our sleds work in the fresh, thick, powdery snow, but the wimpy things weren't in the least bit cooperative.
It was starting to get pretty dark and Trent was determined to get in a good ride before we reached the bottom. So once the cabins were in sight, Trent jumped on one of the sleds and cruised down the last slope. Towards the end of his ride he rolled off the sled in attempts to avoid collision with a big mound of packed snow. He got up, dusted the snow off, then noticed that the pocket where he thought his phone was neatly packed away was actually unzipped, and his phone was not inside. Hmmm, sound familiar*? At least it wasn't his keys.
Trent and Jake immediately took off up the mountain following the trail in the snow that we had made, while Alisha and I ran back to the cabin to get some flash lights. Alisha's brother recommended calling Trent's phone (what an amazing idea, why didn't we think of that?) and he came along with us to help find the lost phone in the thick snow. As Alisha and I shined the flash lights against the powdery snow we decided that the chances of finding the cell phone alone were too low and that we needed to pray. Shortly thereafter we hear a loud roaring noise come from up the mountain. Sure enough after the 15th call made by Alisha, they had seen the little light from his phone peaking though the snow that covered it. What an adventure.
*go ahead and follow the link to our previous snowshoeing adventure post if you don't get the parallels.
2 comments:
Ok I had to share this with you:
I was looking at your other snow shoeing post, and the picture of the two of you was up and a coworker walked by and asked if you were really in swimming suits in the snow and I told him you were. And then he kind of leans in and goes "is that Michael Phelps?" and when I told him no, just my friend Trent, he told me he didn't believe me and that the resemblance was "uncanny". So tell Trent he looks like Michael Phelps. Or don't.
Ali, that is hilarious- thanks for sharing! Trent and I took a sneak at the picture you're talking about and its unfortunate that its only a face shot. If it was a body shot that would definitely be a compliment.. oh well. Regardless you should have gone along with it and pretended like you knew Phelps :)
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