Brussels Sprouts and Lemon Moons

Like The Lord of the Rings, Back to the Future, or the original Star Wars, there’s no denying good things come in threes. When it was my turn to plan our Valentine’s Day festivities this year, I decided to follow suit and create a three-pronged celebration over weeks. Was it as epic as taking a malevolent hunk of jewelry over and beneath mountains, through cursed marshes, and into shadowy woodlands in order to dissolve it in a fiery volcano under the lidless watch of an undying Dark Lord? I’ll let you decide.

Part I: Globes and Sprouts

First, I reserved a private alpen globe at Franck’s Restaurant. We got to enjoy Franck’s American cuisine in a slightly chilly, shimmering glass sphere. Everything was tasty but the Brussels sprouts I could eat every meal. Really.

commonly beautiful
Flowers may be cliche on Valentine’s Day, but they are still lovely.

Part II: Candlelight and Cardiovascular

The next weekend, we headed to Nordic Nights, an evening snowshoeing event at Solitude Resort. After stopping at Silver Fork Restaurant on the way to purchase a trough of nachos, we were ready to hit the trail about 7:00. However, we didn’t get going until almost half an hour later due to congestion at the ticket stations. We sure were glad we at least didn’t have to rent snowshoes as the rental line was insanely long and chaotic. Who knew people would like roaming around a snowy mountainside under the light of a full moon on trails lined by twinkling candles? Okay, yup, on second thought that sounds like it would be pretty popular.

Nordic Nights
It’s easy to see why Solitude’s Nordic Nights are so popular.

The Silver Lake Loop was the only path lit up, so, in the interest of not getting lost, we stuck to it. We completed the loop three times before the Nordic & Snowshoe Center closed at 9:00, which equaled just under 1.9 miles of snowshoeing. Our first circle was less enchanting than later ones. Between the hundreds of candles winding through the trees and the lemon-shaped moon, it would have been magical if it weren’t for the people. The crowds deprived it of its charm the first two-thirds of that loop. These weren’t your regular, considerate trail travelers; these were oblivious roamers who didn’t react appropriately when faster shoers were behind them, which made them a bit aggravating. The masses thinned drastically after that, and enchantment saturated the experience. I guess everyone else was happy to snowshoe for 15 minutes and then drink hot chocolate for an hour.

With the annoyance of the discourteous removed, we didn’t want to stop. We went around the loop a second time and then a third seeing only a scattering of others. It could have been nastily cold, as it has been on the other occasions we’ve snowshoed at night, but global warming had our backs. Temperatures had peaked down in the valleys at over 50 degrees earlier that day, and it was still 23 degrees at the resort when we finished just after 9:00. We were uncomfortable initially with angry hands, but once we warmed up, we stayed warm. I only had to wear my snowboarding coat and one under layer. I hate global warming, but occasionally I suppose it’s mildly convenient.

bagel and cream cheese baked French toast
Don’t forget breakfast; I won’t.

Part III: Pasta and Nostalgia

For the final episode in our Valentine’s Day trilogy, I made dinner for the two of us, and we had a quiet night in. Our meal consisted of cremini carpaccio and pappardelle in saffron cream sauce. Dessert was pineapple, biscotti, and bananas dipped in amaretto chocolate fondue. Jason assisted a bit with the prep by washing a few dishes and veggies, but I made everything as he wasn’t supposed to be helping at all.

creminis and cream
Tasty food is an essential component of any celebration.

Afterward, we put together a Sixteen Candles puzzle while watching the nostalgic 1984 classic. The behavior of high schoolers hasn’t changed much over 40 years, though some of the antics in that show would be considered much less PC now. My biggest problem with this movie has always been that Jake Ryan isn’t very likeable. He’s cheating on his girlfriend and pawning off the responsibility of driving her inebriated form home on other boys while instructing them to “have fun.” He’s got nothing on Duckie.

The best things come in trilogy form. Search no further for evidence than Look Who’s Talking, The Mighty Ducks, and Valentine’s Day 2022.

High Hopes and Slopes

For my birthday last year, Jason gave me a weekend on the slopes via a cabin rental close to the lifts at Brighton Resort. We had to make the cabin reservation six months in advance and just hope that snow would be there. When our allotted time arrived, fresh powder there was not. With cloudless skies and temperatures in the 30s, Jason and I wasted no energy lamenting that lack of new precipitate but got right to enjoying the surplus of sunshine. The weekend did crush others’ expectations though. Below is the story about how high hopes can sometimes lead to falling on your face unexpectedly and repeatedly.

Before we get into this trip’s elations and disgruntlements though, let me quickly address the virus in the room… aah, COVID. That pointy adversary continues to heighten vacation stress, and it did so on this occasion. I felt like I was getting a sore throat just as we were traveling up the canyon. Luckily, it was only another case of CRVIP (COVID-Related Vacation-Induced Panic). It’s a bizarre world where relief follows when an issue turns out to just be mental illness.

top dreams
Hopes were high after lessons and before a real run.

As I did not have COVID, and nothing else could impede our rush to the slopes, we flocked unblocked. Jason and I spent the first day boarding by ourselves. My boarding post will soon give you more than enough details on the particulars of those refreshing mountain loops.

That evening, some of my sister’s family joined us. Of the three kids, two would be attempting snowboarding for the first time the following day. They excitedly asked questions about carving that clearly denoted they had unrealistic expectations on how their riding was going to go. I tried to change those expectations to predominantly involve pain, falling, flailing, embarrassment, tipping, and crashing. Yet, they remained unswayed, continuing to envision shredding like Shaun White after a two-hour lesson.

standard alarm
Just a regular first day of boarding.

Not surprisingly, things did not proceed as Whitish as they anticipated the next day, and their enthusiasm waned. Out of the two new boarders, the youngest was willing to entertain the idea of boarding again after her first experience. However, the oldest was overwhelmingly frustrated by his difficulties and lack of progress. He was also cold and soggy. The gloves we loaned him became threadbare and even spawned a hole during the course of the day. How? They’d only been worn a few times. Whatever the cause, leaky gloves aren’t classically considered morale boosters. After his span on the slopes, he was noncommittal about his readiness to try boarding a second time.

little perks
There are advantages to being small; this is one of them.

That evening, everyone was fairly lethargic, and some were downright demoralized, but we managed to muster the energy to go out for pizza, get through a game of Mysterium, hold a ping pong tournament, and undertake some spontaneous storytelling. Not too shabby a turnaround for a group that had only just given up its aspirations of buttering the slopes like instant Rice.

Holey mittens Batman!
How does this happen to gloves in one day?

Although fresh pow was absent from our slope-side weekend, Jason and I altered our hopes to meet reality without significant angst. Some of the others in our party were more reluctant to let go of their overestimations of the outing and their abilities. Still, even those who didn’t achieve powder prowess reached great heights… which they fell from of course. On a closing note, I’m happy to report that the reluctant noob didn’t give up on snowboarding after this excursion and even purchased a season pass for next season.

Powder Falls and COVID Rises

Jason and I thought the weirdest Christmas we’d ever experience was behind us with 2020’s isolated holidays. We were incorrect. While we knew 2020’s festivities were going to be odd with COVID’s interference and planned accordingly, in 2021 the oddness just hit out of the blue. Omicron, the latest COVID-19 variant to trend, was keen on bringing the unusual back. We coped by incorporating less people and more powder into our holiday schemes. This escape plan worked… with one exception.

the bread before the dread
This turned out to be our last normal Christmas gathering because family members tested positive for COVID the next day.

Just two days before Christmas, we learned my brother had COVID, a nephew on our other side had COVID, and a couple nephews from a different family were exposed and had symptoms that might be COVID. My dad also came down with a cold but tested negative for COVID. As a result of all the above, my family postponed our Christmas gathering, and Jason’s family’s merriments were reduced. Frankly, it was a bit of a mess. However, the outdoors were not down with COVID, so that is where we found our entertainment and our serenity.

Jason and I went snowshoeing on Christmas Eve near Tibble Fork Reservoir in American Fork Canyon with fresh layers of snow underfoot and more falling on our heads. Although the snow was quite heavy and already melting in place, the experience was magical. The families enjoying the reservoir and its nearby sledding hill virtually disappeared as the time for their Christmas Eve plans approached. The mountains silenced and became all ours.

heavenly peace
As the mountains emptied on Christmas Eve, our hearts filled.
a globby gent
I guess Jason wasn’t quite the only man on the mountain.

Our last-minute Christmas Eve snowshoeing diversion had one downside, it meant we had to finish wrapping presents and straightening our house after returning that evening. We packaged and cleaned speedily and still made our intended dinner of citrus salad right in time to eat at 1:00 AM.

Since family plans were canceled, Jason and I elected to do a hike near Blackridge Reservoir on Christmas afternoon instead. It was windy, muddy, and icy in sections, but we still loved it. I’ll never complain about a Christmas hike. Afterward, we met up with my parents and sisters at a park. With the warmth provided by three portable space heaters, we tolerated the chill and chatted for a couple hours.

Blackridge Reservoir
The weather wasn’t ideal during our Christmas hike, but it was acceptable.

That evening, Jason and I made Yorkshire pudding and citrus salad for dinner and then played games on Jackbox with some of our family members stuck isolating. This left the tradition of opening our presents to each other very late intact. We started opening around 11:00 PM and finished after midnight. Yes, even with the pandemic irregularities, everything was right in the world.

Soldier Hollow
Soldier Hollow boasts 1,200-foot sliding lanes and is always a good time.

We spent the next afternoon tubing with Jason’s parents and brother at Soldier Hollow. The snow was slippery and fast, and we got unexpected air a couple times. After spending three days outside, we saw no reason to start moderating our habits. We went snowboarding at Solitude the following day, our first time of the season. More on that will come in my dedicated snowboarding post.

New Year's Eve
While not quite typical, this gathering was at least a gathering.

By New Year’s Eve, some of my extended family had reemerged from their virus-induced separation. We applauded the arrival of 2022 alongside a few of them in our garage with games and good air flow after another day of snowboarding. Confetti cannons and a 1:00 AM silent snowball fight heralded in the New Year.

Mill Canyon
The Mill Canyon Trail is popular for winter hikes and snowshoeing.

On New Year’s Day, we went snowshoeing with my sister and her husband on the Mill Canyon Trail in American Fork Canyon. Then, the next day, we went snowshoeing again with a brother-in-law and some nieces and nephews up the Pine Hollow Trail.

Pine Hollow
The Pine Hollow Trail starts at the highest point accessible in the canyon during the winter without a snowmobile.
pasture battles
Climb a little over a mile and the Pine Hollow Trail rewards you with a prime meadow for a snowball fight.

When everyone was well again, we let the nieces and nephews choose between a few activities as their Christmas present. After debating, negotiating, and bribing each other, they finally decided on an escape room at Enigma Escape. No one got out. That sounds pitiful, but let me explain… okay, it’s a bit pitiful. As we were too large a group for just one, we had two escape rooms reserved. We split into unbalanced subsets based off the kids’ preferences. This led to an uneven distribution of adult and adolescent brainpower. Jason and I were in the group that did Hexed, a room with a 60% success rate. We almost escaped. If only we had been more observant of one tiny thing… The other group did Hyde, a room with only a 15% success rate. Lots of kids and a 15% chance of success? Doesn’t sound promising, does it? It wasn’t.

Enigma Escape
Those masks covered the defeat on our faces.

That is the summation of our strange-again holidays. Between the snowshoeing, tubing, hiking, and snowboarding, we spent four days outside, took a three-day break, and then spent three more days outdoors. We escaped people and COVID, but we didn’t manage to escape from an escape room.