Stepping onto clouds to reach an angel

We get back to the lodge quite tired and a bit sore, but before removing the snow gear, it's snow angel time. A dad with his kids created a bit of path through the snow. The snow is deep, 2-3 feet in some parts and the snow is powdery, not even wet enough to make a snowball. When you hurled one, it just disintegrated to powder.

I walk out to the snow and look for a proper angel landing site. The SO is scared. He doesn't like sliding. He doesn't like cold. Those tropical instincts are strong in him. But he has the camera. Deep down I know, that the photographer in him needing to capture a life moment will overtake him and his fear. He comes out to take closer pictures of the Watcher and I making snow angels. The artist wins over fear!

Just as he thinks it's time to go in. I head out further in the snow. There are snow sculptures to be made dammit. The artist in me drives me forth. Again, it's another life moment. (His brother and him battled the hottest summers in Yellowstone with 40 lbs of camera equipment to capture life's moments.) If he didn't come out here for this, I'd have to tell on him to his brother. As I sit stuck in the snow, gathering piles for my sculpture, I see him trudge out following the steps of Flux, the Watcher and I. I'm proud of him. This is how I know he loves me because love conquered fear. It makes me happy that we're here together.

A gaggle of geese paddle along offshore watching us sink into the deep snow. We take pictures of them.

I'm still not sure what my ice sculpture will be til the Watcher declares, "ooh, cool bear!" I had initially saw an old guy with large jowels, but a bear seems better. I start to feel the soreness in my forearms while gathering the snow. I have to hurry before fatigue really sets in. I like snow the way I like clay. I like tangible sculpting. I've always wanted to take pottery classes. I find it relaxing, the forming of shape through touch which I don't always get from poetry. It allows my mind to go to a different space.

Flux signs up for a foot massage in the evening before dinner. I ask for a facial the next morning. The Watcher asks for a massage in the morning as well.

Tonight we head to Harrah's buffet and casino.