The weekend before Christmas we were lucky enough to spend time up in the mountains, where they actually had snow on the ground! Andy found this resort through her mom's timeshare called Bison Ranch- Appropriately pictured is Joe riding a bison.
We stayed in the blue cabin, upstairs. The whole place looked like an old western town.
I think Joe pulls off that perfectly ridgid face that makes him so believable as an old time westerner. And I think I look pregnant.
Among Jon's many talents is his photography skills. This old wagon was in a field we walked out to- I kept anticipating a Bison to charge out of no where.
After sacrament meeting on Sunday we headed out for perfect hot tubbing conditions, 35 degrees! Joe was mindful not to forget what day it was.

Joe made a replica of the house he drafted that we hope to one day build on some land. Note the flowing
My gingerbread creation started out as a cabin, but transformed into a hut when my pine trees looked nothing like pine trees and a lot like palm trees. We will call it paradise on 










