|Sunrise over the Cascade Mountain Range|
Then he said the magic words.
Private cabin with a 5-star chef. (Well, actually, he said "kid-free" first, just to grab my attention, but this one had more of an impact.)
It was pure bliss. Blissful. Blissdom. Blissiful.
Now that the reality of our return home has hit us upside the head, I thought I'd relive a few memories that my Mister and I made during our 25th wedding anniversary trip.
Well, not all of them...did I mention the Jacuzzi tub in our room? No? Well, never mind then...☺
|The view from our cabin|
|Our "taxi" up the mountain|
|My Mister really liked the Arctic Cat and her baby, the Snow Cat|
|Our very own cabin, "Ponder Rock"|
|Mozart in the background and a cozy fire that didn't require hauling firewood.|
Breakfast was served, buffet style, between 8:30 and 9:30.
|Heading to breakfast required snow boots and fleece|
Nothing strikes fear into me faster than a waiver.
|The cabin even came with my own personal "stud muffin"|
The first morning, we headed up to a place called "Lookout Ridge". Had it just been a leisurely 2.2 mile walk on a nicely groomed trail during the summer, I probably wouldn't have hyperventilated.
|Snow shoeing~Day 1 and slightly overdressed|
My Mister is much more level-headed than I. He completes me. And I tell him "No!" when he starts to venture off the beaten path.
I guess I complete him too.
|The Mister "breaking trail"|
Next time one of us gets a wild idea to take a short hike, up a mountain, wearing a pair of snow shoes, I would really appreciate an emphasis on the "up the mountain" part of this idea. Before we get all of our gear on.
|A view on the way up.|
But so worth it when we reached the top!
|We made it!!! And there were other people!!! Whew.|
Who knew that after worrying about being eaten by mountain lion's and bears (who may or may not have gotten the memo about it being hibernation time), that we would make the trek back up the mountain the very next day?
|Snow shoeing~Day 2...higher and slightly wiser about the wardrobe.|
I'll do it next time.
My Mister contacted his inner child and together they decided to hit the sledding hill. Maybe it was the fact that the run was 1700 feet long. Maybe it was the fact that there was a grove of young Aspen trees at the bottom.
We'll never know for sure, but I'm guessing I abstained because of the 1700 foot walk back up the sledding hill!
|My Mister playing on the 1700' sledding hill|
Dinner menu for our last night~Basque Influenced Roasted Game Hens with a Winter Fruit Compote Medley, Buttered Baby Red Potatoes with Caramelized Sweet Onions, Pecan Crusted Sweet Potatoes, and Fresh Green Beans...
You know if the words "Basque Influenced" and "Compote Medley" are in the description, it's gotta be good.
|4-course meal prepared by Chef Tom|
After dining on 5 star food for several days, we asked the chef if he offered grief counseling before we left.
|Lemon Chiffon Cake with Lodge-made Lemon Curd, frosted with real whipped cream.|
Sadly, he did not. Sigh.
Don't worry, we're working through it.
With full bellies and exhausted bodies from playing in the snow all day, the evenings were spent relaxing by the fire in the lodge...
|The Lodge's massive fireplace|
And later by our own private fire...
As the sun went down on our special trip to the mountains, I had to wonder,
is this what being a grown-up feels like?☺