The kids and I were knee-deep in the blissful tradition of "Family Fun Friday" (PJs, breakfast for dinner, popcorn and a movie - also known as "Mommy Doesn't Want To Cook Friday"), when the phone rang. It was daycare calling to let me know that I had forgotten my little guy's frog (if he doesn't have it, he doesn't sleep). So I packed up the kids, paused the movie, and headed out to daycare. On our drive back home, I made the spontaneous decision to skip our turn and head up the mountain to catch the sunset.
The kids and I bopped our heads and chanted along to loud music as we weaved around the deserted road, headed to our destination. As we made our ascent, we saw peek-a-boo views of the world below us. We were lost in the serenity of the nature that gulped us up as we ventured higher and higher, until finally, we reached the top.
The windy road opened up to a sun-drenched opening where we were swallowed by the sun. We hopped out of the car to discover heaps of snow around us. I picked up both kids and tip-toed through the snow (in flip flops might I add - bad planning on my part!). We squatted at the top of a chair lift base, and took in the views around us.
We were alone at the top of the mountain, basking in the sun and the breathtaking nature that surrounded us.
On the way back down the mountain, we saw deer - not just one or two, but eight! Because we were the only ones on the mountain, I was able to stop the car and snap this beauty of a shot:
Our evening reminded me that fun family time doesn't always have to be a planned ocassion. It doesn't have to be in the confines of our home, and it doesn't have to be somewhere overcrowded and expensive. The best times are the ones that happen spontaneously, naturally.