Marshall and I went to the Smokies yesterday, since we now have an AWD and since he had the day off. Here’s a brief chronicle.

The Y in the Great Smoky Mountains, with snow

The Y in the Great Smoky Mountains, with snow

It does grieve me that, in the one photo my face looks normal, I look like I have no boobs. Whatever.

It does grieve me that, in the one photo my face looks normal, I look like I have no boobs. Whatever.

Marshall being so amazed.

Marshall being so amazed.

Then he had this great idea: to make a snow-mold of his face.

Then he had this great idea: to make a snow-mold of his face.

Scooped it out, and...

Scooped it out, and…

Ha!! Wow!!! Amazing!!!!!

Ha!! Wow!!! Amazing!!!!!

--oh oh wait---he's having another idea---

–oh oh wait—he’s having another idea—

WHAT!! WHOA!! HA!

WHAT!! WHOA!! HA!

Marshall's pal, the concave snow-face.

Marshall’s pal, the concave snow-face.

What's that you say, snow-face? You think these glasses are horrid and you're embarrassed to be photographed in them?

What’s that you say, snow-face? You think these glasses are horrid and you’re embarrassed to be photographed in them?

[something gross about my enormous affection for this man]

[something gross about my enormous affection for this man]

In honor of "frolicsome" photos Carla and I have taken together, I made Marshall take a frolicsome photo of me.

In honor of “frolicsome” photos Carla and I have taken together, I made Marshall take a frolicsome photo of me.

We saw the biggest heron ever on our way back down to the Y!

We saw the biggest heron ever on our way to Tremont!

Tremont in the snow.

Tremont in the snow.

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