Over the mighty Columbia River, through the pine woods, and over four mountain passes we travelled to Grandmother's house for the holidays. After driving all day long, we arrived in the snowy mountains of central Washington to the warm lights of my parents' house shining through the winter night.
The kids wasted no time in getting out there to go sledding down the hills. The driveway was packed and frozen, and made an especially good sledding run.
This very expressive snowman puffed on his pine-stick pipe and contemplated the meaning of it all.
We made a trip into the bustling little town of Leavenworth one afternoon, and I spied these lovely red berries hanging bright against the snowy landscape on European mountain ash trees.
At the end of the visit we went on a draft horse drawn sleigh ride at Eagle Creek Ranch up the road. We dashed through the valley with snowy forests all around, along the willow thickets by the creek and out through open fields. Little sleigh bells made a high ringing sound as we went along.
After a visit from some college friends passing through, we said our goodbyes, packed up and made the long drive back home over four mountain passes, pine forests and the Columbia River back to our farmhouse in green, rainy Oregon.
It was a mountain Christmas to remember.