Noah and I took our friends the Smet's (visiting from WI) for a ride on the Snowbird tram to Hidden Peak (11,000 ft). The trams were running on a 15 min. schedule, which was fine with us as it was a chilly 15 degrees at the top. Our side of the story... Noah was playing in a deep pile of snow, and when the 2 minute warning bell rang for the tram, he couldn't walk out of it. I retrieved Noah (with no help from Logan... sorry, but I'm calling you out Logan! haha) out of knee deep snow, thankful for my snowboots, but not for my jeans, and ran with him to the tram. As we came around the corner we watched it pulling away with our friends on it sheepishly waving at us. My jaw hit the floor in shock that we'd missed it. Noah and I found a spot out of the wind, very close to the tram loading area so we'd be ready, and waited it out.
Bye, Bye!
Mommy, will we die here?
Mommy, why did they leave without us?I am totally kidding around, of course. We were fine.
We built a fire to keep warm, and found a fat squirrel to cook up. The metal floor wasn't that bad to sleep on...
