over mlk weekend, we drove up to the stastny cabin. because of the insane amounts of snow (really loving the word 'insane' lately) we had to leave our car a few miles away & snowmobile in.
is there anything more perfect and magical than being totally secluded in the mountains, with no cell service, surrounded by glittery, untouched snow? it was literally the definition of cozy. and seriously, i love feeling totally alone, perfectly tucked away behind snowy mountains--gone from the rest of the world. i forgot that anything else existed for those few days, & that felt good.
we spent the mornings reading, painting, playing card games, eating biscuits, watching movies. then when the sun was at it's highest, we would bundle up and ride sleds behind the snowmobile until the sun receded behind the mountain and our faces were frozen in a permanent smile. it could not have been more magical. (minus the outhouse, i could have done without that..)