Holden Village.
A few days ago, I went to Holden Village in Chelan, WA for a family getaway. It's sort of the pinnacle of Lutheran pilgrimages. ha. Buttloads of pictures, dudes and dudettes!
Funny story to jump-start the entry: this picture was taken on the dock that (obv.) the ship pulls up to. You have to take all of your luggage down the ramp to the end of the dock to be loaded by the crew. My family has quite a bit of heavy luggage and, since my mom has a bad back, we opt to put it all into a cart to make it easier to transport. I am clearly the heartiest of all my family members and am elected to pull this buggy down a very slippery ramp.
I knew I was beat after the first step. Momentum had its way and actually pushed me a good 10 feet before I finally lost my balance and fell back into the cart, one foot hanging off the side. ha. Very embarrassing, considering I was wearing a bright red jacket ,and I'm pretty sure everyone saw me from the shore.
Okay. Moving on.
I fell asleep on the ferry because it's a two-hour long ride and there were obnoxious (and I do mean OBNOXIOUS!) children, and this is what I awoke to:
Look at my daddy! So cute.
A bus on the dock. Who knew?
I have no idea what they put in the "hotel", but it isn't people.
My dad helping to make pizza for dinner. Apparently he rolled the best crusts.
The snow is so high!
My mom, also helping make dinner. The pizza she's making was BOMB.COM.
A typical room at Holden: two beds and a sink. Isn't it cozy? It reminds me a little of "Alice in Wonderland."
And then, one glorious day, I went show shoeing for the first time!
The pre-blazed path.
Ingrid decided to brave bears and park it in a snowbank 'cause she's that tuff.
SUP MACRO.
My dad, looking rather Norwegian.
The wind picked up all of a sudden. I was almost scared there'd be an avalanche but then I came to my senses.
My dad, however, was not so brave. SCAREDY CAT!
I laugh in the face of eminent death.
Just for you, Scoot!
This is the bridge to the Holden mine. It was one of the largest copper mines in the United States until 1957, when metal shares started to go down and stores dwindled. After that, the mining company donated the land to the Lutheran church and shortly after, Holden Village was born!
My dad thought this looked like a troll's butt.
Try that in show shoes.
Okay. Holden has THE BEST TEA! This kind was fascinating because it looked just green when I picked it out. It was Lemon Lavender mint.
...and yet, my tea was blood red!
(It was fuggin' cold out, hence some redundancy in shots.)
"And on the fourth day, the LORD said: "Slay not thy family! Go forth and rape Holden with thine camera!" And this was the word, and the word was good."
FREEZE: My love affair with icicles:
The buses couldn't make it up the mountain all the way, so we took bombardiers (cars with treads and skis on the front) down until we got to the switchbacks...about 2 miles.
Of course, there were three bombardiers and ours was the only one that didn't break down. We had to wait while everyone else came down the mountain, and I'm tellin' ya...my toes were freezing! I didn't have proper snow boots and it was awful.
The snow on top of the bus all fell in the four days that we were at Holden.
This was our bombardier. Doesn't look too trustworthy, does it? It was donated by the Yellowstone park service in 1957.
Snowplow.
SISTERS PIX:
My dad and sister decided to booby trap the room with my mom's yarn while we were out.
Dad decided to harvest icicles.
I'm a browless unicorn, apparently.
EDIT; unicorn walrus.
Ingrid found this particularly revolting.
Their nativity scene. HA.
OH, MJ.
Click here for more information about Holden, if you're interested.
Funny story to jump-start the entry: this picture was taken on the dock that (obv.) the ship pulls up to. You have to take all of your luggage down the ramp to the end of the dock to be loaded by the crew. My family has quite a bit of heavy luggage and, since my mom has a bad back, we opt to put it all into a cart to make it easier to transport. I am clearly the heartiest of all my family members and am elected to pull this buggy down a very slippery ramp.
I knew I was beat after the first step. Momentum had its way and actually pushed me a good 10 feet before I finally lost my balance and fell back into the cart, one foot hanging off the side. ha. Very embarrassing, considering I was wearing a bright red jacket ,and I'm pretty sure everyone saw me from the shore.
Okay. Moving on.
I fell asleep on the ferry because it's a two-hour long ride and there were obnoxious (and I do mean OBNOXIOUS!) children, and this is what I awoke to:
Look at my daddy! So cute.
A bus on the dock. Who knew?
I have no idea what they put in the "hotel", but it isn't people.
My dad helping to make pizza for dinner. Apparently he rolled the best crusts.
The snow is so high!
My mom, also helping make dinner. The pizza she's making was BOMB.COM.
A typical room at Holden: two beds and a sink. Isn't it cozy? It reminds me a little of "Alice in Wonderland."
And then, one glorious day, I went show shoeing for the first time!
The pre-blazed path.
Ingrid decided to brave bears and park it in a snowbank 'cause she's that tuff.
SUP MACRO.
My dad, looking rather Norwegian.
The wind picked up all of a sudden. I was almost scared there'd be an avalanche but then I came to my senses.
My dad, however, was not so brave. SCAREDY CAT!
I laugh in the face of eminent death.
Just for you, Scoot!
This is the bridge to the Holden mine. It was one of the largest copper mines in the United States until 1957, when metal shares started to go down and stores dwindled. After that, the mining company donated the land to the Lutheran church and shortly after, Holden Village was born!
My dad thought this looked like a troll's butt.
Try that in show shoes.
Okay. Holden has THE BEST TEA! This kind was fascinating because it looked just green when I picked it out. It was Lemon Lavender mint.
...and yet, my tea was blood red!
(It was fuggin' cold out, hence some redundancy in shots.)
"And on the fourth day, the LORD said: "Slay not thy family! Go forth and rape Holden with thine camera!" And this was the word, and the word was good."
FREEZE: My love affair with icicles:
The buses couldn't make it up the mountain all the way, so we took bombardiers (cars with treads and skis on the front) down until we got to the switchbacks...about 2 miles.
Of course, there were three bombardiers and ours was the only one that didn't break down. We had to wait while everyone else came down the mountain, and I'm tellin' ya...my toes were freezing! I didn't have proper snow boots and it was awful.
The snow on top of the bus all fell in the four days that we were at Holden.
This was our bombardier. Doesn't look too trustworthy, does it? It was donated by the Yellowstone park service in 1957.
Snowplow.
SISTERS PIX:
My dad and sister decided to booby trap the room with my mom's yarn while we were out.
Dad decided to harvest icicles.
I'm a browless unicorn, apparently.
EDIT; unicorn walrus.
Ingrid found this particularly revolting.
Their nativity scene. HA.
OH, MJ.
Click here for more information about Holden, if you're interested.