Outdoor Lab High-achieving Week

If there are two things Hadley loves in this world, they are art and the outdoors. Combine the two and that girl of mine is in her element.

In November, she joined all the sixth graders from her school to attend Outdoor Lab, the longest continually running outdoor education program in the western United States with two locations: Windy Peak and Mount Evans. For five days, she was immersed in an outdoor academic setting while learning about herself and how she fits into the world around her.

We thought that was the end of it until we were notified that her art teacher Mrs. Counterman nominated her to attend Outdoor Lab’s High Achieving Week during summer break. It’s an honor to be nominated in any subject–from astronomy to art to wildlife forensics–and only the best and brightest attend from our entire county. I really wanted to do it but with the uncertainty with our move and finances, I didn’t think we could swing it so was grateful when Jamie’s mom offered to send her.

Unbeknownst to us, Hadley’s two very best friends at school, Alex and Ellie, had also been nominated for the art program at Mount Evans. Talk about serendipity!

Their week went something like this:

Monday: Initiatives rope course; raku glazing and firing; make sketchbooks/journals
Tuesday: fly tying and fishing; drawings; fish carvings and prints
Wednesday: morning hike (mandalas); afternoon hike (oil pastel landscapes)
Thursday: cyanotype prints; finish projects; artist statements
Friday: hang artwork for display; surveys, artist trading cards
Alex’s mom Lisa and I drove up on Friday for parent’s day and Hadley was positively beaming as she showed me all her treasures from the week with 14,000-foot Mount Evans as a backdrop.

Mandala

As we were leaving, there was a prominent ranch gate displayed with this quote from John Muir:

Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature’s peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The winds will blow their own freshness into you, and the storms their energy, while cares will drop off like autumn leaves.

We couldn’t agree with him more.

Summer Fun in the Mile High City

The silver lining to our inability to sell our house is we’ve have an extended amount of time with our Colorado friends. We kept busy in June with all the fun things I love about living in Colorado. Bode wrapped up two weeks of swim lessons with his besties and also did four days of Cub Scout Twilight Camp.

Hadley has had so much fun with friends. They’re climbing a 14er (14,000-foot peak) for YW Girl’s Camp this week and I have taken them on a couple of training hikes up up up 11,7oo to the top of Chief Mountain, complete with sunshine, rain, gorgeous views and a touch of altitude sickness.

And then Hadley, Alex, Maeve, Addison and I explored my beloved Chautauqua Park where we hiked to a little-known spot with a quarry of rocky chaises, armchairs and sofas overlooking a killer view. We rewarded ourselves with a  very civilized lunch at the Dining Hall, the best outdoor dining in Colorado. 

A couple of weeks ago, we had our biggest ever turnout for our weekly hiking group at Lair ‘O the Bear. This is an annual summer tradition where we hike to hidden castle in the woods and I took the older kids on a more challenging loop and we then cooled off in Bear Creek.

Not to be forgotten, our family’s annual pilgrimage to St. Mary’s Glacier. It never disappoints!

Now that Hadley is 12, she is now able to receive a limited-use recommend to our LDS Temple. She did the work for her Great Grandma Mary Wilczynski, my dad’s grandmother on his mother’s side. We were so grateful to have her besties Maeve, Addison and Alex at her side (not pictured: Alicia), followed by a traditional stop at Chick-Fil-A. Her goal is to visit all 19 temples in Utah and it’s a pretty awesome goal to set.

I was contacted by goodnessknows snack squares about hosting a group ride for Bike to Work Day and we had a blast discovering hidden bike parks, playing in Ralston Creek, rope swinging, and tree climbing with some of our closest friends!

During some house showings, we had the ultimate downtown Denver playdate with Our Favorite Things: Flagship REI, playing at Confluence Park, exploring the Platte River Trail, Little Man Ice Cream and the movie Finding Dory. 

On the day we found out our house contract had fallen through for the second time, we drowned our sorrows at Bear Creek Lake Park with our besties.

Between Outdoor Lab High Achieving Week, our current ward’s YW Girls’ Camp and our new ward’s girl’s camp in Utah next week, Hadley will be gone for three weeks this summer. Bode has had plenty of down-time but I’ve also tried to keep him entertained. He’s had a blast at basketball camp  with his buddies, Porter, Carson and their little brothers this week.

Not included in our busy summer list: working and selling our house.

Let’s hope the latter happens sooner than later.

A Final Colorado Father’s Day to Remember

I heard Jamie on the phone raving that he got the best Father’s Day present ever and I wondered what he was talking about. Was it the new North Face boots? (We lost one of his winter boots on a trip last season.) The Broncos camping chair? The new THEATER sign to hang outside of his home theater in our new basement?

Nope, none of that. “Our house is under finally under contract!”

Oh yeah, THAT!

Yes, we’re under contract for a second time. It feels right and I’m cautiously optimistic all will go according to plan. This literally came to fruition in the 11th hour, right before we would need to make some big changes to our timeline (and finances) and after my near nervous breakdown. Our buyers are a cute family from North Carolina and they offered us our full asking price. The second one, not the first. It’s a wee bit painful it’s $15,000 less than our original offer but I’m so over the whole process that I’m ready to take it and run.

Jamie first told me they were submitting an offer on Friday when I was volunteering at Bode’s Cub Scout Twilight Camp. In the hot sun. With poorly planned activities that required us to entertain them for hours on end (my definition of hell). I was happy with the news but not that happy until after I’d downed a Slurpee, taken a cold shower and had a full night of sleep.

Once I was refreshed and in air-conditioning, I promised Jamie I’d make him his favorite apple pie for Father’s Day. Our ward has an awesome tradition of eating pie for Mother’s and Father’s Day so after stuffing our faces at church, we escaped Denver’s 99-degree day and headed for the hills.

The day after Jamie and I got engaged, he took me hiking to St. Mary’s Glacier and it has been an annual tradition ever since. I get a bit misty-eyed thinking about all our adventures there–from when we carried baby Hadley in her backpack to when she hiked it herself when she was 3, to Bode’s arrival on the scene, to hiking it with friends and carsickness (puking) on the trail, to when Hadley scaled the entire glacier two years in a row, to the time Jamie ran over her foot in the parking lot and we decided to forgo the hike. Memories, I tell ya!

St. Mary’s Glacier truly has some of the most beautiful vistas just outside of Denver.

When Hadley is enraptured with her surroundings, she steals my phone to take pictures. She has an eye for photography and I’d love to get her a real camera.

A trip to a glacier wouldn’t be complete without an old-fashioned snowball fight. (Note Jamie’s snowball mid-flight.)

We came back exhausted, much cooler and made a big spread of grilled burgers, veggies and, of course, more apple pie while we curled up in our cool basement to watch a movie in our home theater room.

The perfect Father’s Day? Pretty much. And I couldn’t ask for a better husband, father and father-in-law to celebrate.

Life Lessons from my Mountain Bike

The last few weeks have been incredibly stressful [not] selling our house with delays on the permit to build our new one (while feeling frustratingly in limbo), my Mom’s rapidly declining health, financial worries, graduation parties (for dear friends’ kids Jordan, Aidan, Erin and Whitney), Hadley’s Sixth Grade Continuation, her YW New Beginnings and birthday bash, a going-away party, helping at a wedding reception and so much more.

Yesterday, I just needed to get away so I grabbed my bike and, despite foreboding skies, headed up to Boulder. When I arrived at my trailhead, I thought I was going to blow a gasket when I saw the parking area now requires a $5 fee. Welcome to Boulder: the land of incredible vistas, pot-smokers, liberals and where you pay to play. I debated turning around right then but reminded myself YOU NEED THIS so sucked it up.

During that 1.5-hour ride along the Dowdy Draw Trail and Community Ditch network, my mind and attitude started to shift.

Life Lessons on My Ride

1) It’s OK to dismount and hike the technical sections, even when there are others around you who are smoothly navigating them.

2) When the rain comes, it doesn’t always pour so hold off on seeking shelter. Sometimes patience is the answer. This, too shall pass.

3) A difference in perspective makes all the difference. As does reading this inspiring/sobering story  Please Let Me Have Him One More Day in the parking lot after my ride.

 In desperation, I said a silent prayer. I pled with my Father in Heaven to help me feel comfort and find peace. Then, right at that moment everything in my mind went quiet. The chaos in my head subsided as I clearly heard the reminder that the Lord has blessed us with everything in our lives… EVERYTHING, including those special chubby-cheeked linebacker sized babies! All that he asks in return is that we be willing to sacrifice whatever he may ask of us. Are we willing to sacrifice to follow His will for us?… I felt as if the Savior was sitting right beside me. Not as a friend and colleague, but as a much wiser and older brother who knows much more than I. He was offering to help me through this. He was not going to force me to believe and become One with His plan, but instead he was offering it to me. Offering me the choice to join in his embrace and completely turn my life over to him, including whatever obstacles I might face … or I could try to do it on my own.

4) The light will come. As I slowly climbed up the Greenbelt Plateau back to my car, the clouds parted and I was rewarded with green velvet, a profusion of wildflowers and sunshine gold.

Van Bibber’s Magic

One of the fantastic things I’ve loved about living in Skyline Estates is the network of trails that run from our backyard down to Stenger Soccer Complex along Van Bibber Creek all the way to Van Bibber Open Space. I’ve spent hundreds of hours walking, running, biking and roller-blading the 1.5-mile trail and dirt paths through this  wetlands habitat for waterfowl, amphibians and insects.

And young boys on a Friday night.

A few weeks ago, Bode’s besties Nicky and his brother Vinnie were hanging out at our house. Our plan was to bike to the 7-Eleven a few miles away but along the way, Bode suggested we stop in one of our favorite haunts in Van Bibber. The boys were game.

Now, something you should know about these boys: their parents run three of our town’s most successful pizza joints but they’re not really outdoorsy. Bode’s friendship with them involves hanging out around the neighborhood, playing video games, having killer lemonade stands and biking.

“This is the farthest I’ve ever been on my bike,” Vinnie observed when we were about a mile from his house. That kid was in for an adventure. When we arrived at our secret spot, we hopped off our bikes and Bode and Vinnie immediately jumped into the creek and it was so rewarding to see Vinnie come alive like I’ve never seen him before. “This is so much better than 7-Eleven! Let’s stay here!” And stay there we did.

It was the best boy’s night ever as we  climbed trees, jumped streams, played with sticks, found a decomposing animal and explored to our heart’s content.  And not to be forgotten: Snips and snails and puppy-dogs’ tails.

It’s what little boys are made of.

House (and Sanity) for Sale

Our house is officially on the market!

We spent last weekend fixing up some final projects, most of which fell on Jamie because my DIY skills are nil. I did attempt to paint the front gate of our fence, a 20-minute job that took me two hours because cutting around the hinges is pretty much my worst nightmare. Hadley has recently taken up acrylic painting and loves spending hours on the minute details; maybe I should have passed it off to her!

My busyness will come Friday when it comes to deep cleaning the house to prep for the showings this weekend.

Last week when I was picking the kids up from the bus stop, I noticed a For Sale sign on the next street over. I walked up to investigate and our exact same model of house with our exact colors was up for sale. What are the odds?!

I freaked out, raced back to Jamie and reported my findings. We certainly did not want to compete with our exact same house that is comparable in every way except they added an extra (fifth) bedroom upstairs and an extra bathroom in the basement. The good news is they were asking $10,000 more than our very top dollar price and we heard they accepted an offer for $5,000 above that.

This prompted Jamie to up our price a bit higher, causing me to have major panic attacks. You see, with this crazy Denver market, if a house sits too long (more than a couple of weeks), you’ve missed your window and people start wondering what is wrong with the place. I’d rather have a bunch of people bidding it up than over-pricing and hearing nothing.

He keeps telling me to be patient, which is like telling Gandi to start World War III.

Here are a few of my other joys.

  • I haven’t slept more than a few hours all week (see above stresses).
  • The $#&* MLS published a disconnected number to our listing. Thankfully, Jamie caught it fairly early on but it took them 16 hours to correct it.
  • The cleaning crew that was supposed to arrive today canceled. The only reason we found out is when Jamie called them to confirm they casually mentioned their cleaning gal had called in sick. Welcome to the world of purchasing a Groupon. He raised a fuss about it and they rescheduled for Friday afternoon when we were planning to start showings. And wouldn’t you know it, the one call we received wanted to come at that exact time and they haven’t called back. I’ve since been cleaning like a madwoman bracing myself for the likelihood they won’t show tomorrow.
  • The weather is insanely bad and is supposed to snow for four days. Good thing we bought a bunch of flowers that are waiting to be planted.

Takeaway? I guess that means our house is officially on the market.

Winter Adventures in Glenwood Springs, Colorado

One of my family’s goals is to ski all 25 of Colorado’s mountain resorts. We only have a handful left that include several of our state’s smaller ski areas which are perfect for families.

Last weekend, we played in Glenwood Springs, about three hours from Denver. I’ve been a longtime fan of this area in the summer–from incredible hiking to the World’s largest natural hot springs to Glenwood Caverns, an adventure park on top of a mountain with cave tours, thrill rides, alpine coasters, laser tag and much more.

Mile High Mamas has frequently touted Sunlight Mountain Resorts’ Ski, Swim and Stay package as Colorado’s most affordable family ski vacation (normal rates start at just $99 and kids 12 and under ski free). However, it wasn’t until last weekend that we could finally personally endorse this staycation.

Read my full article here at Mile High Mamas!

Two days before our trip, I was contacted by the resort’s PR rep Troy who asked if a camera crew could follow us around for a couple of days. They had been hired by Colorado Ski Country USA to capture family adventures at many of their resorts. Since we’re not exactly media-shy, we were game and I was delighted to learn Heidi was one of the producers, a spunky gal I’d worked with at 9News. Her partner in crime was Juliana Broste, a talented freelance video journalist whose life I should have lived during my single days.

Having your very own camera crew is a double-edged sword. How cool is it that we’ll have this trip professionally documented? But that came with a lot of patience as we waited for them to setup the scene, grab the right equipment and, on the rare occasion, redo a shot.

Of course, that do-over was racing side-by-side on our snowmobiles across Baylor Park’s powder-perfect playground so it wasn’t all bad!

Great love hath no man than when your snowmobling guide Ty offered to warm up Hadley’s cold fingers in his armpits.

Read all about our adventures at Mile High Mamas but something I didn’t go into to much depth about was The Crash. We truly had the most epic snowmobiling adventure ever and were traveling single-file back to our cars on the groomed terrain. Jamie and Bode had fallen a bit behind the group (a rarity because usually he was leaving us in his dust) and there were a couple of tight turns that, had I not been behind the guide, might have landed me in the dunk as well. When you have three feet of powder right off the trail, a misstep is easy and that’s what happened to the boys as they didn’t make a sharp turn and slid down a small slope. Jamie didn’t have enough time to hit the “kill” button, Bode slammed into him (momentarily blacking out) while the snowmobile hit a tree off the trail, throwing Jamie from the machine.

Miraculously, Bode was unhurt, Jamie banged up his lip, jaw and knee and the snowmobile had been wedged at just the right angle to not cause any damage. (Read Jamie’s infamous one-liner about it at Mile High Mamas).

Getting it out was another matter.

We had two guides, A.J. and Tyler. I was near the front with A.J. and when he saw the boys and Ty weren’t behind us, he halted our group and raced back. Minutes ticked by as my apprehension grew. I knew something happened to the boys because it was only them and Ty at the rear of the pack. About 20 minutes later, A.J. rode back, telling us they had crashed, they were fine, but they needed help getting the snowmobile out and grabbed Troy. We were so relieved when they finally emerged.  It was such a bummer ending to the perfect snowmobiling day but our guides handled everything like pros.

The real downer was when Jamie couldn’t ski with us at Sunlight Mountain Resort the next day and instead spent it soaking in Glenwood Hot Springs and getting a massage at their Spa (so don’t feel too badly for him). The kids and I fell in love with this 680-acre resort (where they even skied their first double-black diamond!) The weather was perfect, our camera crew was a blast and the terrain was so fun.

First double-black diamond

Hadley had a GoPro attached to her chest while all of us got to experiment skiing with a selfie stick. Tip: don’t look at the camera, look at where you’re going. Seems like a no-brainer until you’re brainless on the slopes holding a camera in front of your face.

We had originally planned to hit Glenwood Caverns that evening but decided it would be in Jamie’s best interest to have another soak. This time, we headed over to Glenwood Springs’ newest hot spot Iron Mountain Hot Springs.  With 16 mineral hot springs pools of various temperatures and a freshwater family pool overlooking the Colorado River, we were in heaven as the town’s annual fireworks display was shot from nearby Two Rivers Park in conjunction with the Sunlight Mountain 2015 Ski Spree.

Put this particular weekend on your calendar to visit Glenwood Springs next year. I know we’ll be there.

Ultimate Family Fun at Snow Mountain Ranch

If you’re going to die (of laughter) I highly suggest bareling into a three-foot grave of snow.  My friend Sheree were attempting Snow Mountain Ranch’s new Fat Bkes and were on our umpteenth wipe-out as we sluggishly plowed through the powder playground.

I’ve long touted YMCA of the Rockies’ two locations–Snow Mountain Ranch (between Winter Park and Grand Lake) and the Estes Park Center–as Colorado’s most affordable and fun vacations. My family has been to Snow Mountain Ranch’s 5,100-acre expanse several times but we upped the fun factor by inviting two other families to join us in our revelries. We had the time of our lives–from a free movie (Nemo) in the Programs building to dog sledding to tubing, cross-country skiing and biking at the Nordic Center, to colorful creations at the Craft Shop to late-night Scrabble showdowns at Indian Peaks Lodge to rollerskating, archery, basketball, volleyball, ping, ping pong, archery and rock climbing in the Kiva Center (click top image for slideshow).

All these activities were within a 24-hour period so were intermingled with a few exhausted meltdowns (from parents and kids) because every amazing vacation needs some healthy doses of reality, right?

Colorado’s most affordable dog sledding

Now in its fourth season, Snow Mountain Ranch’s chapelain Steve Peterson has made dog sledding accessible to a broader audience. While most dog sledding outfitters start at $150/person,  SMR is just $30.  Longer, advanced routes or group sessions are also available but the standard ride is offered twice weekly and is a fantastic option for first-time riders ages 6 and older.

dogsledWe registered the week prior but were told to arrive at the Doade Library well before the 8:30 a.m. presentation to add our names to the list to determine our riding order. Our 30-minute orientation by Steve is open was as informative as it was entertaining as he reviewed the terminology of mushing such as the gang and tug lines,  shared a few entertaining horror stories of his own learning curve, as well as an inspiring message about the importance of the lead dogs, being leaders in our communities and perseverance. Following his overview, we waited. Our group was smack in the middle of the 26 time slots so we stayed entertained by watching a movie, downing hot cocoa, burning s’mores by the firepit and making darling dog sled Popsicle stick and necklace crafts. Even if you’re not dog sledding, anyone can attend the presentation and do crafts.

Each sled can carry up to 250 pounds in addition to the driver so my husband and I went separately. My kids rode together with my son in the front bucket with the musher in the middle and my daughter standing on the back rails. They had the privilege of dog sledding a couple of years ago in Breckenridge so I was worried their experience along this 2-mile loop would be anti-climactic but I needn’t have fretted. Following their thrilling ride, they proclaimed they’re “Mushers for Life.”

As I boarded my sled, the dogs errupted in pandemonium, which was  replaced by a sense of sudden, efficient shared purpose. They took off, the tow line snapped taut and I nearly fell backward as I clung for dear life. Almost immediately the pace slowed as the dogs ran quietly, tongues flapping, paws flashing. The weather was idyllic as we soared across that snowy expanse under a chemical-blue sky in a white-flecked pine forest. Our sled dogs obediently responded to our mushing commands “Gee!” “Haw,”  first turning right, then left as we flew across those tussocks of tundra-like landscape in a flash of sheer mountain majesty.

Fat Bike Delusions of Grandeur

Every time I bike through a Colorado resort town in winter, I see locals braving baneful conditions on their Fat Bikes with sturdy tires the size of snowcats. In my Canadian-born (insane) mind I think, “that looks like fun!” Fat Bikes are certainly entertaining but are a lot of other adjectives, too. Tiring. Hilarious. Humbling.

Snow Mountain Ranch is in its first full season with their Fat Bike Program. The bikes come in three different adults sizes and are available for rent at the Nordic Center: $60/full day, $40 half day or $20/hour.  My friend Sheree and I figured one hour would be enough time to conquer the 10 km of trails dedicated to Fat Bikes and I ignorantly tossed my map to the side. That was my first mistake. Sheree’s first mistaken was following me–guns and Fat Bike blazing–down the steep hill in front of the Nordic Center.

We started strong along the narrow path but not even 10 minutes into the ride, I heard a squeal, followed by silence and turned to see Sheree and her bike buried. “How did that happen?” I wondered but five seconds later, my tire veered an inch off the path and I, too was in the dunk. We learned very quickly that on either side of the soft-pack narrow trail was three feet of softer, fluffy powder that doubled as a sticky mosh pit. As long as we stayed on the trail, we were OK…until we encountered other variables, such as hikers’ footprints and then our wheels got stuck, we would pedal viciously and then our bikes tipped over.

After a particularly difficult patch, I was relieved to see a small hill with smooth trail. “I’ve got this” as I brazenly plowed downhill and all was going well until my tire veered slightly off the trail, it sunk about a 10 inches and my bike and I flipped over in a move only attempted by Cirque du Soleil performers. Besides my pride, I was unhurt but that was when we acknowledged “We have a problem, Houston.”fatbike1

Sheree and I turned around soon thereafter and continued to slide ‘n slide away. As we we neared the Nordic Center she had yet another wipeout and just when we thought it couldn’t get any worse, it did when we realized we had an audience. Perched atop the hill was our beloved family. Our two sweet boys raced down to greet us and trailed us back up the hill.

We later learned that we had taken the most advanced route possible while our friend Andrew, himself an advanced rider, took a leisurely, hard-packed loop near the Nordic Center and his breezy, easy ride was a much different experience that didn’t include face-plant snow angels.

His loss. I haven’t laughed so hard in years.

Lodging

Many of Snow Mountain Ranch’s activities are free with lodging and day passes are available for those who don’t stay overnight.  Accommodation rates vary depending upon the time of year and day of the week. Lodge rooms start at $79, 2-bedroom cabins at $159 and 3-bedroom vacation homes at $259. Guests staying in lodge rooms receive two free breakfasts for each night booked. Yurts are $99/night and campsites start at $49/night.

Parting Words 

The only thing that sucked about Snow Mountain Ranch?

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The tire swing.

Winter Park Resort: The Ultimate Family Vacation

As I reached the crest of the first hill, I briefly paused to marvel at my exuberant family breaking trail. The snow whirled around them, casting alabastrine shadows that dipped and rose with the terrain as they hopscotched their way on skis down the mountain.

We were in Grand County. As the closest major destination resort to Denver, the Winter Park area is a veritable winter wonderland with a bevy of activities for the entire family–from snowmobiling to free ice skating at Cooper Creek Square to careening down Colorado’s fastest sledding hill at Colorado Adventure Park to warming up at the Foundry Cinema and Bowl. Our weekend was full of fun, laughter and (mis)adventures.

And  yes, I’m referring to  when I got locked in the bathroom at Zephyr Mountain Lodge and the kids thoughtfully fed me Starburst under the door. It’s weekends likes ours where memories are made.

CLICK TO KEEP READING with many more misadventures along the way. Tree bashing and creek jumping, anyone?

Snow Days: Denver Style

I have a conflicted relationship with Snow Days. On the one hand, I think they’re ridiculous. I grew up in Canada with seven feet of snow and do you think school was ever canceled? No way! In a place like Colorado, I’d assume people wouldn’t freak out when the snow flies but that’s exactly what happens. And they expect school to be canceled every time.

We’ve had a few minor storms this year but finally, FINALLY we received accumulations more than a few inches and school was canceled, which I fully supported because there was enough snow for us to actually play in it. Since I don’t sleep, I was awake when the school notified us at 5 a.m. I snuck into the kids’ bedrooms to turn off their alarm clocks. Their reactions when they woke up were indicative of their personalities.

7:45 a.m. Hadley strolls into my bedroom. “School is canceled today,” I announced. “Oh, good,” she leisurely announced, not worried at all she’d slept through her alarm.

8:30 a.m. Panicked Bode races in, “I SLEPT IN!!!!!!!!”

Ying. Yang.

We spent the morning snugged up in our PJs, made ebelskivers for breakfast and the kids played video games while I worked. That afternoon, Alex and Nicky came over for some good old-fashioned fort and slide building while I spent a couple of hours shoveling our walk, as well as our neighbor’s. Because have I mentioned I really really love snow?! This was topped off by making gingerbread men and a hot chocolate competition. If this is what snow days are all about, I’m all in for an eternal winter.