Here's what we found as we arrived at the cottage on Friday afternoon:
(I know it looks as if he's able to just walk on top of the snow, but seconds after I took this picture, he fell through...there's nothing like a meter of fresh snow to make you want to lose a kilo or 20!)
Yep, instead of a cottage, we found a roof.
This is Mike bravely trying to gain access to the missing cottage, and its much coveted snow shovel:
We finally managed to dig out way into the cottage, where we lit a cozy fire and fixed a quick pizza dinner. Then, because we are crazy, we headed out into the snowfest again:
Headlights in the dark are a brilliant idea, especially when you've lost your legs:
(Please...I know! He puts the hat on himself...)
On Sunday, I was raring to go for a longer stretch, and Christopher kindly volunteered yet again, while Benjamin and Mike went on their own. I, of course, picked the best day, as we had gloriously sunny weather.
As far as B boy is concerned, he needs a bit more practice, but we are hoping he'll do the 10k before Easter. That's our goal, not his.