We are all settled in nicely here at Barvel. There is 2.5 feet of snow on the ground. We arrived last night, so we all snowshoed in the quarter mile lane in the dark. Granny carried her backpack for about half the time, and Liz carried it for her the other half. I carried a backpack and pulled a tobaggon loaded with food.
Cousin Sarah, who is delightful and beautiful, joined us today. (She is pictured here.) She was quite sick yesterday.
Today we were joined by Uncle Nat and Sunny--together, we snowshoed on the ice out to the beaver dam and then to blueberry island. I fell in the ice by the island, much to Liz's amusement.
Later, Uncle Nat let me use his cross country skis while I went up to the kybo. Everyone watched as I expertly navigated the trees and the hillside...and fell completely flat on my face a number of times---arms straight out in front of me, buried to the armpits in snow.
This evening, we shoed down past the mill creek, and then back up the lane.
And right now, Sarah is making delicious chicken marsala...which is filling the cabin with a rich and delicious aroma. Granny is sitting knitting in the corner on the window seat, Liz is setting the table, and I am blogging.
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I also carried my own backpack on the way up. Not just Granny's part way.
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