For those of you that instantly recognized the title as a quote from Mary Poppins, you win 100 bonus points. For the rest of you, SHAME! Last weekend Jake and I embarked on our version of a babymoon. We took our bad ass mountaineering tent (discussed in old post) up the mountain where at least 5 feet of snow awaited. I have slept in an igloo (ghetto kosker style homemade igloo), slept in Adirondack shelters, and in warming huts every winter since I've been with Jake. However, this was my first tenting experience and it was by far my favorite! This is also the first time I had a thermarest AND a foam pad... perfection!
Oh, why the Mary Poppins reference? One our bushwhacking snowshoe excursion (in which preggo J-ROK thought her legs were going to detach at the pelvis), I looked around and realized that I was walking atop a CLOUD of snow. As a little (practically perfect) girl, I was SO envious of the opening scene of the movie when M.P. is sitting on a cloud, admiring her reflection, and making sure her umbrella doesn't fall through the cloud. As an adult, I think about how badly I want to do this every time I'm in an airplane hovering over the clouds (as soon as the plane descends into the clouds and I see how widely dispersed the vapors are, I change my mind).
Here are a few pics from our trip. Remember that this is ON TOP of 5 or 6 or more feet of snow. So what looks like baby trees are actually full grown and what looks like a full grown tree is an Oregon monster tree!
Jake with 3-fingered Jack Mt. in the distance.