Snowsled, Sundance

It's been a weekend full of snowy adventures. Friday a freak snowstorm appeared out of what seemed the middle of nowhere, which of course meant we had to go sledding. We got a big group together and took to the slopes. I got dominated and thrown into the snow more than once, we had  somersault races down the hill, and enjoyed the midnight snow. Today Jordan, Alex, me, and Alex headed up to Park City for the Sundance Film Festival. We weren't able to get into a movie, but we did ride the shuttle around for...a long time. And we had Thai food (my favorite) and wandered Main street. We somehow got into a photography gallery that was invite only and saw some gorgeous photographs and enjoyed tea from the tea bar (It was then that I decided I'm having one of those in my future home). While wandering Main street we popped into another gallery and saw a painting of a guy wandering in snow and Alex felt it fitting to read us a poem. I feel it is fitting for this post. So here it is:

Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know.

His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

-Robert Frost