New years…just hearing that word gets me all anxious and sweaty. The pressure of having the perfect new years kiss and the ultimate boob-butt-leg dress is nerve-racking. With that being said, my close friends and boyfriend decided to ditch the whole “new years pressure” and headed up to a beautiful cabin that was in the middle of mountains, lakes and trees all covered with 3 ft of snow (Fact: froze my butt off)
The beginning of the trip was a little sketchy and what I mean by sketchy is the roads were so horrible the night before, there was all sorts of “weather warnings” in the lower mainland. There was pictures of semi’s in ditches, the roads looked like an ice rink and another storm was headed through before the morning. Thinking back now, I wonder why we took that risk but the important part was we made it there slowly but surely.
The cabin was picture perfect and I actually mean that since that’s all I was saying that entire weekend. It was either too much wine or I don’t get out much to see that sort of thing but either way it was beautiful.
It was everything I pictured it would be. The cozy little cabin, the unlimited sweaters and scarves, the wine, the comfort food …UGH just great I tell ya! We adventured out to Manning Park to grab some lunch and attempt to do a hike but really, in -17 degree weather it was more like stumbling in the snow for 10 minutes, look at the view and turn around, go home and dethaw.
We ended off ringing in the new year by a cracking open fire, some bubbly and getting that perfect new years kiss.