You are just in all that has come upon us; for You have dealt faithfully, but we have acted wickedly.
Yesterday Dad and I drove for an hour and a half to find snow. We went to Stevens Pass and happily discovered at least a foot – more? – of the white stuff. Dad had chosen a lake called either Hidden, Snow, or Skyline for us to hike to: a nice easy hike only 3 miles round trip… with 1,000 feet elevation gain. So we trudged up the long snowy incline and I wondered if I had used me legs at all during the last semester. Also because snow covered everything, we missed the trail turn-off twice, saw a radio tower we were not supposed to, turned around, and finally followed the right trail to the lake. As it turns out, snowy lakes are pretty boring, being just a broad expanse of flat snow you walk on only on peril of your life. So we went up to a little ridge and got a really cloudy, snowy view of the ski slopes across the valley while we ate our dry, dry sandwiches. Then we walked back, and down was just as hard as up because it was slick and Carmel kept stopping to pick little mini-snowballs out from between her toes. But it was wonderful and a great opportunity to get outside.