Time to head to the summit of Devil's Head Resort in Wisconsin...although a 3 hour drive, it does not take long to reach the actual summit of Devil's Head, if you get my drift (snow drift? maybe another pun opportunity there). BUT, we still love this little geographic feature with snow- a great place to get Brock back in the skiing saddle.
Devil's Head Resort is kind of a pit (of Hell! pun opportunity taken at .3%). But I think we still love it a little. It is so 80's ski movie, straight out of hot tub time machine. Brock was enamored and also shocked by the TV - "it's a box mom! Look that TV is a box!!" yeah. The hotel is also infested with bugs! Lady bugs. Which I am not sure why that was "ok", but it somehow was. Our soft spot for Devils Head I guess.
Here are our little friends crawling around on the carpet.
Oh yeah, and there were also a couple of wasps.
Sweet Alice tried to "play" with the lady bugs and then was distraught when I couldn't put the little fellas back together again.
There was no daycare this year due to COVID, so Matt and I, not feeling like we were going to "miss out" on anything, split one ticket and took turns with Alice. Here she is searching for Brock and daddy on the mountain.
Brock did fabulous! This time he went down the black diamond legit, and didn't need to use the heavy slush snow as a crutch like last time. Again, let me reinstate... WISCONSIN BLACK DIAMOND. Here he is coming down the dark D with Matt.
Oh. And then I crashed. At Devils Head!!! Deep chagrin. The Devils Head Gods clearly tired of me patronizing their little hilly hill. Ok, so I didn't crash persay, I was looking for a little more action than the hill had offered and decided to jump off a small cornice, only to land with my ski pole handle in my face. I didn't even realize it, until I think I sort of blacked out while standing and "forgot" what happened or how long it had been and if I needed to pick up Brock from his lesson. As I went to meet Brock I tasted blood in my mouth and decided I would take my shift with Alice early. And all day.
Here I am with my West Virginia medic kit...a trusty cold beer. No offense West Virginia, I am all about this. Alice does offer some sympathy.
It gets more colorful as the day goes on.
Meanwhile Brock is ripping it up one the slopes and is then ready for some well deserved R and R.
I empty the entire bottle of free shampoo under the faucet and we have a foamy froth of tub love to end all foamy froths of tub love.
Oh yes, this picture will be rediscovered for Brock's wedding or prom.
A few days later and my shiner is really getting quite striking. Like a sunset over a desert horizon. I feel tough for the first time in my life. And stupid for like the 1000th time.
Anyhooo, it was a strangely super fun weekend. After COVID, I think our standards have gotten pretty low. All the better for us! BRAVO BROCK! Get ready for Montana and Big Sky buddy, cuz they do not build black diamonds alike.
Ah, the pomp and circumstance of a Kindergarten graduation. The wonderful Principle Korth at the podium... The event began with the graduates singing a song to their teacher: And then the main event! Then we adjourned to the playground for cake and popsicles. Alice with one of her closer friend, Chloe. And her AMAZING teacher who we will miss so much, Ms. Heintzelman! It has been a really good year! Alice has bloomed in reading and math and particularly in her interest and understanding of sociology and science. She even made a few friends! I can say I learned more from than even Brock's first year of public school. I began volunteering on Friday mornings in December after her school received 100 new refugee students from Venezuela (her school went from 200 to 300 in a day!). I did not want to volunteer in the classroom, but instead wanted to help out with admin, but that was not where humans were needed, so I ended up in the neighborhood third grade class. This was way outside
Uh. When the going gets rough, the rough roughs it! And off we head to Michigan for our annual camping and disc golfing extravaganza. We are last minute campers and it worked to our advantage this year. As everything else was booked, we ended up at a little "secret" campsite we know of in western MI called Timberview. The nice old man that runs it got sick of loud campers, so he pulled all listings off of the internet. It's not on google maps. We were lucky enough to drive by one year and just stop in. And now that we have a kid, he set us up in the nicest secluded campsite, of which we took two pictures (we're bad at this sometimes.) There was wonderful hiking, an assortment of mushrooms to discover, and a giant hill of majestic old-growth pines that Brock aptly named "pine tree heaven." It's also quite refreshing to be in a site where you are actually allowed to gather your own firewood, and it's low-traffic enough that there is plenty. We s
Brock was given the assignment of memorizing the poem "If", by Sir Rudyard Kipling. It is a wonderful poem, here was his submission to his teacher. They were also called on at random times through out the year to recite various verses impromptu in class. So deep.
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