There's a peace that happens for us in the mountains.
Cares get put aside and we get to just be.
There's a lot of time enjoying sisterly affections.
And brotherly bonding takes place somewhere far, far away as they push themselves to the limit on uncharted back country territory.
Hence no pictures.
There are some ski school sessions full of accomplishment.
My baby and I get to explore every inch by bus, gondola, or foot.
Tired teens take a turn and I get to ski with my counterpart. We have a more leisure style compared to the competitive nature of the others.
Date night might find our names printed on the menu.
Sisters might become naked reindeer on a leash/ski tether ;)
We usher in the season with a tree lighting ceremony.
Then return with wind in our sails to face the school finals, busy-ness of the season, and inevitable knowledge that this will be our last thanksgiving holiday living full-time under one roof.