ride (and everything else) aborted

Well, this weekend is shaping up to be a real kick to the junk. For starters, we're getting yet more snow. Not a ton but enough to mess the roads up yet again and delay the onset of spring one more miserable day. Despite the crap-ass weather I decided to go ahead and go for the ride with the pooch as planned. So, I got geared up, loaded the mutt, drove to the trail head, realized there was no place to park because of giant snow banks, continued down the dirt, unplowed road, found a place to pull off, took this pick;

found out snowmobiles hadn't been out on the trails recently, slogged along for 10 minutes, turned around, back at the car 10 mintues later and drove home. I was bummed about turning back but I had to walk most of the 20 minutes I had been out on the "ride" so I figured it wasn't much of a loss anyway, plus, I figured the whole fam could go out snowshoeing in the afternoon. WRONG! Around lunch time Brynna started vomiting every few minutes and I started to feel sick myself. Drat! So not only were my ride/snowshoe plans aborted but I also made the call to cancel the ski plans for tomorrow.

Damn, life is good.