Aspen, part I -- getting here

The four of us rolled into Aspen late Sunday night. Mrs. Gopher has some business meetings here this week, and the little Gophers are on Spring Break, so we decided to make a family vacation out of it.

We arrived to a few inches of fresh snow, enough to make driving treacherous for our poor Highlander, which had never seen the white stuff. Let's just say that tires made to withstand 115-degree summers don't perform as well in wintry conditions.

St. Paddy's Day was pretty tame, given the holiday's unfortunate coincidence with Holy Week. Aspen's big celebration was held last week, so we settled for decent take-out barbecue and made our Guinness stew (no soda bread) on Tuesday.

The girls and I frolicked in the snow at a local park yesterday. Photographic evidence that these Minnesota ex-pats are still conversant with the frozen medium is provided below.