Yesterday, our adventures led us to the other side of the mountain. We thought we would go mush around in the mud and trees and commune with nature for the afternoon. My family collectively owns a small piece of property with a modest cabin on the other side of the mountain and I know the area well, so it made sense that to go to the other side of the mountain, we should go somewhere that we wont get lost and eaten by imaginary bears. However, we seemed to have forgotten that we live in Wyoming, and it's a mountain.
So what does all that mean: 27 foot snow drifts. A meadow so covered in snow that we could run and jump over the small trees.
Made snow angels
Had long jump contests
It was a blasty blast.
It was a blasty blast.
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