...these days, Ryan and I like to bring the adventure into our relationship in whatever way possible. This time, we have the tiny town of Greyeagle to thank...that, and Sunset magazine who gave Ryan the idea in the first place.
After Christmas, Ryan and I spent two nights in a Lodge up in the snow. Sleeping in, sipping on drinks and reading in the lounge late at night, coming and going as we pleased with no regard for 6am waketime or naptime or snacktime or pooptime or whinetime or bedtime...the list goes on.
It was awesome. Thank you mom and dad Hayes!!
The beginning of our snowshoe hiking day. Here's a rundown of our opposing thoughts.
Me: "wow, we must be way out here, there are no other paths or footprints and we are basically following nature signs like Bear the Survivor Man to the lake that we can't find. People get lost so easy like this."
Husband: "hmm. We're probably only about a direct mile from the car. It's obvious that this giant creek will run to the lake and we can follow it back out."
Me: "Is that a snowstorm on the horizon? Which way is North? Maybe a forecast of "a chance of flurries" could actually translate into a blizzardy white-out. With all these trees, we could get so disoriented in a snowstorm, dig a snow cave, starve, freeze, lost...and I have babies to think of!!"
Husband: "I know exactly where we are. That's North, the lake is just over there, we're so close I can pretty much see it. The car is that way and the path is back that way. The weather's not bad...Let's keep going!"
Sadly, we did not make it to the lake.
Then, we found out that we were (probably) almost there when we turned around.
I would just like to take this opportunity to announce, once again, that I am so thankful for my husband.
I love you babe, Thanks for adventuring with me!
Headed back to Chico, we were meandering around looking for a spot to eat lunch and happened upon a wildlife refuge. What better way to end our fun weekend than getting to see over 15 big cats, a couple of bears, and all kinds of other wild, rehabilitated creatures... My personal favorite? The Liger. They had two. Before this I wasn't totally sure that they existed anywhere except for on Napolean Dynamite. I learned that they do, and that they don't have a growth inhibitor gene so they can get up to 12,000 (ryan pointed out my error) 1,200 pounds...
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