We drove down to the Black Forest Saturday to try out the ski area there. It's small, but it's close. And there is a lot to be said for spending a day skiing and then sleeping in your own bed the same night. We hadn't been to the Black Forest in winter time and the white blanketed hills proved every bit as beautiful as it's bright green summer. The lift rides that usually provide ample photo opportunities were replaced primarily with t-bar rides so we only managed to grab a single photo the whole day.
This morning we woke to snow in Kirschhausen. This would have been a more welcome sight yesterday, when we didn't have to go anywhere, but I'll enjoy it just the same. Unfortunately, Steve won't.