3 Ladies and a Dude

If you haven't noticed, Brandon and I spend a lot of time together.  The reason is that we actually like each other, and want to spend time together - which is convenient considering we're married.  This past weekend Brandon planned an excursion without me.  This is hard for me for three reasons: 

a.) usually I want to come on the excursion because they sound fun

b.) his excursions are usually more interesting than what it is that I'm doing

c.) at least I'd be there to watch him die due to poor judgment or prolonged exposure

Disappointed that I was not invited on this adventure, but trying to be the supportive wife who wants her spouse to develop healthy friendships and be a boy, I went about making my own plans.  A snowshoe session in RMNP sounded just perfect.  

Mills Lake, RMNP

This was a girls trip: 2 ladies playing on snowshoes with me skinning on tele skis.  So it was settled, a late start time (noon, in contrast to Brandon's 3:30am wake up call), a mellow afternoon in the hills, followed by a viewing of the full super moon rising over RMNP valley and concluded with really good BBQ.  

Alex and Kiea Getting their Snowshoe Slog on

Well come 2:30am, Brandon received a text with a very good excuse, however with a bummer of a message all the same - plans canceled.   So now I'm stuck with a sullen husband, and epic plans with 2 lovely ladies to slog through RMNP, making snow angels and giggling. 

What resulted was a compromise, of sorts.  A day spent with 2 fabulous ladies, a husband elated with permission and myself terrified that I will lose my spouse in an act of poor judgment as I watch him ski off to free solo ice 5 miles into the backcountry.  

Getting Ready to Ski Away

I had vivid images of returning to the car and waiting for him to show up.  I had planned how I would send the girls to get cell service to call in search and rescue.  I would then slog back into the backcountry on my tele skis (after a fair amount of energy put into figuring out how to get my skins back on the skis without sticking to me), 5 miles to find his body half buried in the snow, impailed on his ice ax from his 50 foot slide from the bulge on the ice.  I had my plans of how I would use my extra jacket, his skins and poles to rig a sled to drag his beaten body back to civilization.  

 

And to think, all I wanted was a giggly day with girls, accompanied by some snow angels.  

Kiea Making a Snow Angel Trailside

The day ended well, 4 people back in the Subaru safely, a super moon viewed (although general consensus was that it wasn't that super, but lovely nonetheless), BBQ devoured.  But any day that ends with good BBQ really can't be that bad.