A perk of living in a park

SisterBear wasn't so sure it's a perk to have cross-country ski trails out our front door or more specifically, that there are toddler and preschool sized skis at our disposal.


BrotherBear was a little hesitant at first, but then he was asking to go down the hills again and again.



He quickly left his little sister in the dust snow.


She didn't notice.


You can see the difference in his expressions when he'd fall. The more comfortable he got, the less he cared when he fell.


Almost an hour later, the moon was getting pretty bright and we hadn't eaten dinner yet. PapaBear had stew* warming on the stove so we called it a night.


A very good night.


*Give me a day or two and I'll get my stew recipe posted. It's a cinch to make and sooo tasty!