Royden and Ruth

Snowshoeing in Canada was on the agenda for this weekend. We checked it off our list right after this picture was snapped. Thanks for that Annie! A few members of our community group were there with us. It was a blast. Grouse Mountain was the location. A little money trap just north of downtown Vancouver. We stayed with big sis Joanne (even though she wasn't home for the weekend), she let us crash at her place in White Rock. We returned in time for the 7:00 oclock service on Sunday with less money, more memories, frattata fueled, and ready for the week. Except me. I came home with a cold, which gave me a day off work today so I could blog.

Yes, her future is that bright.

This one of the two times Aaron had to stop to pick a snowball out of his left ear. He decended the climb with a bleeding nose from one of our snowball ambush's. Kudos to Mark for the idea.



That's always been my strategy. Catch it so you can throw it right back.



There goes our chances of trying to catch the "rugged outdoorsmen" look.

The view from grouse at dusk.

No other way to end the night than with cocktails and and a visit to Death by Chocolate. We ran into Trevor (see sf59 post) in HMV, and he helped us close out the weekend. Thanks Trev.