On Thursday 7 of us, which included Bo's parents and brothers, departed for Taos, NM. We rented a 12-passenger van (thank heavens!) and made the 13 hour trek to the beautiful snow-capped mountains. We skied, went tubing, saw an Indian....I mean Native American...dance, shopped on the town square, played at the park, had a snowball fight, saw the Rio Grande Gorge Bridge, and best of all......everyone came back injury-free! We stayed at the Alpine Village Suites, which was located at the base of the mountain and just a 2-minute walk from the ski lifts. The weather was just perfect; really cold at night, but quite pleasant during the day. I only skied a little bit on the 1st day and then did some sight-seeing the next. Bo, Steven, and Boonie had a blast ripping down the mountain, trying out some moguls, and playing in the terrain park. Landon enjoyed the snow, but didn't care for the cold weather (of course, neither did his momma). We taught him how to have a snowball fight. And when we went into town, he really enjoyed the Native American dancing display. In fact, he did a little of his own dancing in front of a coffee shop, not realizing the customers inside were enjoying his performance. Landon and I even went tubing one night. As we were waiting in line, Bo and I kept telling him that we were about to go on the slide, in hopes that his head would be filled with calm, yet exciting, thoughts about the slides at home. Landon and I got our tubes, and we sat him down in his. He even sat on his favorite little pillow, but you only saw this tiny head and 2 over-sized mittens poking out of the tube. He remained calm until I sat in my tube and we were positioned to slide down the mountain. They tied our tubes together and let us go! Landon never cried, but had a look a shear panic on his face. When we came to a stop, I asked him if he wanted to do it again, and he said, "don't want to!!!" The trip was fantastic, but I'm thankful to be back in the great state of Texas where we should hit 80 degrees this week!
