Snowshoeing can be fun.

Homecoming is a unique experience, especially when the place from which you are leaving also feels like home. Needless to say, it is good to be home (ironic that I went ahead and said it). On the plane ride home, I sat next to an African American couple, the man was in the army. I could not help but overhear parts of their conversation and the parts I heard made me internally chuckle. At one point, they were exclaiming how crazy the previous night had been. They apparently had been partying and drank a drink called '4 lokos' which blew their minds, maybe literally. My roommate once told me that drink is illegal in at least five states. I don't think they remembered much from the night after having drunk the crazy drink, but they sure were happy to talk about it.
     My father is really into snowshoeing so my immediate family and my uncle, aunt, and two cousins headed up into the mountains to walk around on snow with odd contraptions strapped to our feet. My favorite thing to do is to find large mounds of snow piled high, climb them, and then leap off them. Father Gary captured this image; I am happy with my jumping form.