Un-labory labor day

I agree with some of my fellow bloggers who wonder what the heck Labor Day is for. I've never actually understood the holiday myself, but I'm not gonna look a gift horse in the mouth. Its a day off, and I'm going to enjoy it. This year, we headed to my in-law's cabin. Its only about an hour away at the Brighton Ski resort, so it is the perfect get-away for a long weekend.

On the way there, the odometer met another milestone: perfect 7s. Gotta be lucky!


It was actually really cold up there, and since their cabin is quite "rustic", the only heat comes from one wood-burning stove. Although we kept it cranked up, it was still chilly enough that we needed long shirts and pants - quite the change from the 100s that it had been just the week before.
It rained throughout the night, and we woke up to a skiff of snow on the peaks.
We did see a few moments of sun, and managed some short excursions into the woods.
See that patch of sun!
The second wave of the storm hit mid-morning, and actually started to accumulate. Although we were at 9000 feet, its still a bit early for September 1st. (I'm not complaining one bit - summer is my least favorite season)
See how lovely the slope and lift look with a skiff of the season's first snow. Makes me so excited.

We were seriously freezing though, and seeing that our plans of a hike (and me for a quick trail run to the top of the peak) we thwarted due to incliment weather, we decided to pack it in early. The thermostat on the car read 33 degrees. It was almost freezing, but not quite. What were we complaining about?
The storm had really settled in by the time we headed down the mountain.
By the time we made it home though, the storm had passed. We should have stuck it out.

Here's the view of the skiff of snow on just the tops of the peaks. Wanna be jealous? This is the view from my front porch! I'm so lucky!