Unexpected events

Yesterday afternoon, Isla and I headed up to the ski hill to burn a few turns on an otherwise uneventful day. We drove up with her little buddy Arianne and her dad Mark.  The girls were happy to keep skiing and reluctantly called it a day around 4:30 p.m. 

Mark and I expected the girls to promptly fall asleep after their big afternoon, but instead about 10 minutes from the hill we came to a standstill of traffic on the road. An avalanche had come down and covered the road, making it unpassable. 

We sat there for well over an hour, answering the multitude of questions that the girls had, doling out snacks and waiting patiently for the trucks to clear the road. We decided to head back to the hill to at least make some phone calls home and let everyone know what was happening. 

Much to the girl's delight, Beaver Mountain was hosting a night ski event, so instead of getting back in the car and waiting in the line up, we strapped on our skis again and hit the slopes. Isla was very excited and willing to try out skiing 'in the dark'. She did great, put in a full day of skiing and was home in bed by 8:30p.m.