Comma Dot Comma

“There’s too much spaghetti inside this grape.”

– The mister, describing the actual physical state of an ordinary red grape. (He had created a sculpture by poking sticks of uncooked spaghetti through it at various angles.)

These photos are unlikely to be interesting to you if you are not a) in them or b) a member of my family. But if you are a member of group a or b, or if you are not a member of group a or b and yet find other people’s vacations interesting, continue on. Nate gave a good summary of the trip earlier if you want to recall what we did. Sarah and Nate are the photographers of all moments captured below. Thanks, you two.

Sarah mushes. Can dogs pretend to be tired? Cuz these ones seem like they are pretending.

The rest of us tromped along behind the mushers or ran ahead to inspire the lacksadasical dogs. If you ran ahead all hardcore overachiever-like, you didn’t get to be in this picture.

Two out of three cuties at Chena Hot Springs– Nate and Betsy’s crew. They switched their snowsuits for swimsuits when it was time to hit the steamy water.

The third cutie, at home.

Me pulling a chariot containing a small child on the skiing trek in the White Mountains. You see we are up high. Soon thereafter we had to go back down low. Me, becoming increasingly aware of our rapid acceleration: “Does that contraption have any brakes?” Small child in contraption: “No it doesn’t!” Me: “Well.” Small child: (Silent).

A view.

Dr. G and Nate. I wish you could see Dr. G’s awesome poofy-knee improvised ski pant fashion a little better.

Near the cabin where we stayed.

Inside aforementioned cabin. That’s Aaron and Irene on the left, the rest you know.

Everybody rhumba! Or something!

Me, troubled by the existence of uphill climbs. Why would a good God make uphills?

Aaron and cutie #2 engage in some Extreme Baking. For this type of baking your apron must show just how extreme you are, hence the hot peppers. To take it a step further, you involve your whole body in the cooking process. If your sous-chef does not have chocolate on every inch of exposed skin, you’re not doing it right. This episode resulted in in one of a gagillion batches of homemade cookies.

Easter Sunday.