A family of tumbleweed crossed the highway in front of me this morning. It was very cute, five or six rolling messes and a small little branch trailing behind, rushing to catch up with its parents and older siblings. Such is life in Wyoming, unpredictable, surreal.

We are having unusually hot weather too. All the snow is melted and we can once again see our brown barren lawn. The kids have even got there bikes out to start riding again. (Its suppose to be -20 this time of year, but it is well above freezing)

Fortunately the mountains have snow and they glisten in the distance. Dangerous though, a couple were killed in an avalanche on the weekend. Nature is unforgiving here.

The warm weather and the layers of fat laid down by Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Years have prompted me to join the gym this morning. Six months of sitting on my butt has widened sections of me I am not excited about. One can disguise these in the layers of Winter, but not near the pool. Not that I am going to a pool anytime soon, but I want the option!

My experiment with American sedentary lifestyle must stop.

Full Moon over the Mountains

Christmas & New Year

Am I a bad parent for being excited about my children going back to school?

I was pretty happy Tuesday morning, the fact I had stomach flu New Years day and hadn't eaten for 40 hours, made Monday seemed to go on forever!

It is strange not having a big school holiday this time of year, the kids got less than two weeks. But it is not weather to be outside running around the yard having a water fight. I missed our Christmas day swim in the ocean, we were a little more lethargic this year.

One great thing about a white Christmas though is "Skiing!" The boys really got into it and where up the mountain at every opportunity. In lieu of presents (which we cant take back with us anyway) we put our money and any family gifts into snow passes. Now they are hooked we either have a great incentive to get them to work or we will be extremely poor, - probably both.

With the easy access to the snow, I decided to take up boarding. With my last unsuccessful attempt still painfully fresh in my mind I tried the slopes once more. Miracle, I can board! - or at least fall with less pain.

If it wasn't for the cold, I think I would like Winter all year round.