Going North For New Years

I am not sure why, but my family has a tradition of going North at least once every Winter. Why? No idea. It seem to make sense for us to travel South to visit relatives, or at least encourage relatives North of us to come South, but something draws us up well past the snow line into the, "Oh Gawd! It's cold up here," tundra zone. Of course, in my case it is my, "play with the Grandkids in the snow like I'm five," moment. This year, Connie wisely secured a hotel room away from the Grandkids with easy access to a hot tub. This minimizes the, "what was I thinking," and, "I am DEFINITELY not 18 anymore (ow)," moments to a minimum before drifting off to sleep at night -- crippled this time by a two-hour snowball fight followed by four hours of sledding. It would have been more, but Zoe wisely remembered her evening curfew and they were all too tired after dinner to go outside and play in the dark. Connie spent the day inside assembling a Lego Hogwarts with Nikki. Pictures tomorrow (maybe). :)