Yesterday after the dishwasher was emptied and the linens were laundered we decided to go for a ride over the mountain. We live in a valley and we are surrounded by mountains that are covered in snow through the winter months. Within a half hour we can be in a beautiful winter wonderland and forget that in the valley down below we had mostly a green Christmas.
The rode we travelled was virtually empty except for some tobogganers and ATV's. My beloved asked me a few times if I was nervous . .. .nope. Keep going. I clicked away with my camera. Terry just smiled.
Who knows how far we would have gone if it had not been for the abandoned truck in the middle of the road. The ride over the mountain hasn't changed that much over the years. It's still as magical as I remembered it.
Terry backed the truck down the hill for a mile until he could find a place to turn around. What a guy.
At the base of the mountain is a railroad track. We waited for the train. . . .just because we could. No rush, no scurrying about . . .just chatting about the last few days.
Today, we're out and about looking for some fun. Have a wonderful day my friends.