After a few days in the 60s we really were not ready for winter to end. The weather sort of cooperated by giving us 6 inches of snow right before the weekend in the middle of spring break. Steve and Chris Festin organdized a ski trip to Gore mountian. Blair and I didn't get to the downhill runs because Charlotte had her heart set on X-country skiing. We skied (and fell, and slithered) around for a while in a lovely quiet woods by ourselves. Meanwhile, Jen and Chuck were frying their faces on the downhill slopes. All had a good weekend, and Charlotte seemed to enjoy the backpack, at least she did when daddy stayed upright.

Here we see the intrepid skiers except for Charlotte who was the only one bright enough to go to sleep. Chuck and Jen are on the left, Chris and Steve are on the right, and Charlotte is directly beneath the bright sweater in the middle.