Nevermind the fact that it was 71° on the last day of November. December brought cold and lots of it. Crunchy leaves turned into crunchy snow, and we kept on playing outside. Just with a lot more clothes on.
We sledded, skiied, and tried new recipes from Pinterest. I bundled up and still took to the river trail on brisk mornings. I loved the city of Spanish Fork for keeping that trail plowed. Those are heroes right there.
This is us freezing our tails off for a midnight ski on New Year's Eve. Yeah, that was a cold night...
The holidays down south are my favorite time of year. So many people I love and so many fun things to do! We crafted and went out to the Cheesecake Factory, and then we quilted a bit and celebrated by going out to the Cheesecake Factory. We really like those avocado egg rolls, what can I say?
I was settling in nicely, finding my groove, and loving my new decision to "winter out", as they call it in Skagway. So much thought and prayer went into my decision to leave Skagway for the winters. I was excited to see what was ahead.
Well, I'll tell you what was ahead. Right before the holidays, my boss called and asked if I'd be interested in coming back to work February 1st. Nope. I don't live there in the winters anymore. Sorry. Then I second-guessed myself, because I'm a worry-wart like that, but stuck to my guns. If I was going to be in Utah in the winters, I needed to be IN Utah. The end.
And then between Christmas and New Year's, I get a call telling me my pipes burst and my house is flooded. Awesome. Best phone call ever. So I had no other choice but to pack up and head North to assess the damage and start the clean-up. Worst feeling ever. So much confusion as to how I felt so certain I needed to be down south, and despite that, the universe took me back to Skagway.
So...here I am in Skagway. I was offered a year-round position with the railroad, which I took, and after seventeen years of working just five months out of the year, I now work all. year. long. My expendible time went right down the tubes. It's a weird feeling. Actually, there's a lot of weird feelings. I'm still struggling with leaving my heart in Utah, but feeling like maybe I need to stick it out here for a bit longer and see what comes. Which isn't all that bad. After all, my fabric stash is here.