Our family of four attended a birthday party at the lone restaurant on the top of Mt. Baldy a couple of weeks ago. Riding a rickety old ski lift was the only way to get up the mountain. My husband wore our two-year old in one carrier, and I wore our 6 month old in another. They made us ride separately because you can only have two “people” per lift. Since when did a 15 lb person count? Just kidding.
So the party was crazy with two tiny people to keep track of in the midst of many full-sized people. We did a little dance, sang a little song, and it was time to ride down the mountain in the dark. Now, I live in a city where I often get honked at because I forget to turn my headlights on at night. There are so many lights all around me that I don’t even notice. But Mt. Baldy is in the wild wilderness compared to my home.
So here I am, isolated by darkness… riding on this rickety ski lift. Continue reading