Yes folks, I’ve turned into a bit of a gangsta. Really, I’ve tried to be good, but I found myself hangin out at the hood.
Mt. Hood that is. . .that beautiful mountain that is covered in snow year round.
I wish I could say that I was having some fancy spa treatment and they have found that if you freeze your buns that some of them would chip off. What a blessing that would be for this overly bodacious bottomed woman. lol!
Summer ski school was going on. How fun would that be? Sign me up, I’m still a kid at heart.
We ate lunch at the Timberline lodge. We shared a yummy 3 cheese fondue, Fontina, Rochlette, and Swiss. Then we each had a pork taco, and shared dessert. Well, the huckleberry cheesecake was not worth the $9. Joyce wanted the chocolate truffle molten cake. Talk about putting you over the top.
Below the mountain is the quaint town of Government Camp.
I had to take this picture because my hubby loves to say, “I’ll be your huckleberry” when I ask him to do a honey do?
That’s it folks, except for our quote of the day:
“One can never know what a new road will bring”
Oh and I wanted to mention that we are enjoying 70 and 80 degree weather while our poor families at home are enduring 100 plus degrees. Unusually hot for Utah. So sorry families.