Snow Bored.

I’m not a big fan of the snow. Not much for the desert either. I like the water.

My oldest son is a snow boarder. Today he is going to try to teach me how again. The first time ended with a bruised tailbone and a distaste for the white stuff.

Snow is beautiful. Don’t get me wrong. Majestic mountains draped in a cloak of pristine white are an amazing site. Especially with the sunrise reflecting it’s golden hues and purple shadows. But that beauty is better experienced at a distance…in pictures…in a warm room. When you are knee deep in it, it’s cold and cumbersome and wet. It invades your shoes, freezes your hands and breaks your back when clearing the driveway. Forget the fact that you are so bundled up that you can hardly move and if you have to pee, well…you’re screwed.

The youngest son in the house loves to quad in the high desert. He comes home looking like a raccoon when he pulls his goggles off. Burms and dirt and speed all thrill him. All I see is dust in my eyes, grit in my teeth and rocks in my shorts.

Desert sunsets are hard to beat, I will admit. The red skies painted with silhouettes of Joshua trees and yucca are beautiful. Campfires and roasted marshmallow are still a favorite of mine. But dirt in my sleeping bag and showers from a hanging bag are not my thing.

Give me the liquid fun. Wake boarding on water like glass. Jumping the wake on a Sea doo. Floating on a tube with your feet in the water and a drink in your hand. Now that’s paradise.

I’m happy to take my kids places they like to go, but as for me and my fun, I will take the river.