Joe carried the equipment to the bus stop:
Then we took the bus up to the top of a mountain:
|Someone was less than excited about this idea.|
Then we got out on the snow and shoed:
Actually Joe and I snowshoed, but Mo decided she didn't want to do it despite renting her a pair of Schneeshuhe. When it came down to actually putting them on, she said, "They're like skis, but lamer." And promptly turned her attention to making a snowman:
|Beginning the process...|
|...sitting on the base.|
Then when we returned from our tromping, Joe and I helped her finish Bert the Snowman:
|Bert stole my hat!|
|Solo Bert...with a snowstack "hat".|
We are going to look for used Schneeshuhe for Joe and I at the Brockenhaus (thrift store) for future adventures. Mo, on the other hand, wants a Schlitten (sled). We'll look for a couple of those, too.
Today's poem is inspired by our teenager's insight:
"They're like skis,
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