In celebration of Dallin's dad's 50th birthday (not to mention to just get the heck away), we flew up to Seattle last week. And if you think that sounds fun, hang on to your shorts, because we didn't stop there. We then drove the 4-5 hours to Vancouver, or, more specifically, the IN-famous ski resort known as Whistler.
This place would truly be a skier's paradise in the winter. Or a snowboarder's paradise. Or a snow lover's paradise. I am none of those things. But it is also not winter.
Green is good.
You know what else is good? Bungee cords. I've never really been grateful for them before, but I am now. Without them, I would no longer have a husband.
Of course, I would like to think that my husband would not throw himself off a 160 ft tall bridge towards a raging river of death if bungee cords had not been invented. So maybe I should be thankful for both bungee cords and my husband's...um...good sense. Combined.
Also, I am grateful for the smarty pants engineers who created this:
in such a way that it did not fall to pieces even when we were doing this:
This crazy gondola ride, known as Peak 2 Peak and built for the 2010 Winter Olympics, is...nuts. It takes you from one mountain to another. Yeah, uh huh.
Oh, and here I am at the tip top of a mountain. I am also 6 months preggo.
You betta believe it.
We also made s'mores:
(This is the better of the two pictures I got of Dallin eating his s'mores. Just trust me)
We sat in a bobsled:
and visited the bobsled track for the olympics.
Tour guide man says you can get up to 150 km/hr on this baby. You know that some people go down this track on a little sled, face first? It's a sport called Skeleton. I think it's called that because that's all that's left once your skin flies off.
We also visited a very pretty lake/park, at which I decided to look fat in every picture that was taken of me, except perhaps this one:
Oh, and a float plane dock:
and a giant stone man, more accurately known as an Inukshuk, which is a symbol of friendship and the mascot for the Olympic games:
AAAAAAAND, because I believe in saving the best for last:
Now, don't get too excited. I taught everyone long ago that guns are not safe in my hands. But hey, just the fact that we got to visit THE Biathlon site was good enough for me. Don't know anything about Biathlon? It's only the most random, and therefore possibly one of the most wonderful, sports out there. Here are the rules:
I told Dallin I was going to be a Biathlete someday. He then reminded me that I hate the cold, I don't like skiing, and I don't like guns.
So much for encouraging my dreams.
We had a fantastic vacation!! It was wonderful to spend time with family and be somewhere where our shoes don't melt into the ground. This is the closest thing I have to a group picture of all of us:
so you can work with that. Imagine 3 more people in it and everyone looking at the camera. Close enough.
Have a good one, eh? Stay tuned for info about and pics of our NEW HOUSE.