Note To Future Self

Those few brave souls who’ve attempted non-baby-related communications with us lately have probably received an earful about how abysmal the weather has been this winter. To wit, it’s been unusually wet and the Tasman Sea’s famed seven-day weather cycle has resulted in three straight months of bucketing rain every Saturday and Sunday.

Desperate times called for desperate measures, so last weekend we pulled chocks and took a wee overnight to the local resort town of Hanmer Springs.

A scant hour and a half away, nestled at the base of the mountains, Hanmer is pretty much that mountain town in central Colorado/Washington/California with it’s one natural draw (hot springs), insufficient skiing to be a luxury destination, and a maybe-next-week property boom.

I will say, after a winter of huddling in our living room, desperately wishing the insulation genie would appear, soaking in the sulphurous waters of Hanmer was much appreciated. And we et some good vittles.

Sadly, whatever Hanmer’s restorative powers, it also seems to cause near-complete desertion by ones meager photographic skillz.