Jaunty Jaunt.

Taylor's parents celebrated their 32nd wedding anniversary with a dinner at the best Thai restaurant in town. A delicious dinner was had by all, with much spying on our raucous dining neighbors. Taylor thought that this amount of leftover rice merited it's own box:
Later, when we got home, Taylor and I realized that the full moon was upon us, and not only that, but the brightest full moon of the year (source cited: NPR). We got our cross country skis and drove up into the mountains for a late night jaunt. It was much brighter out than these flashless pictures shows:

We went to a lesser known ski area, and it was deserted, but after we were done we drove across the highway to check out a popular, groomed cross country site- and there were at least 200 people there! Skiing! At 10 at night! It was silly how everyone thought they had this great original idea, but we were just one big like-minded herd.

On Days Of Weather.

The weather lately has been really nutters. I've had some unexpected days off with the mountain closing down almost every day because of 90 MPH wind gusts that have been snapping trees in half and pushing old ladies over.
So one day, with nothing else to do, I counted all my moolah. No matter that it's all in one dollar bills; I'm totally loaded:
Then we took Moma on a scrufflebout out to Tumalo Falls. We love watching the other cross country skiiers, because without fail they (or should I say we) are all nerds. Lots of spandex and wrap around shades. I like to sport jazzy gators, and Taylor prefers sporty fleece soccer pants. Moma dons her ridiculously long tail hair and crazy eyes: