Ghosts of two little sons leaping into the Iron Blosam swimming pool and, years later, a granddaughter with water dripping off of the ends of her pigtails as her mom wrapped her in a fluffy towel. Yodeling, sauerkraut and sausages, and the trees of the Rocky Mountains turning orange and gold in the fall. We have owned our September time share week at Snow Bird since the 1990s, and the memories get richer and richer as the years go by.
We stayed Friday night, September 9, 2016, at Snowbird, so we would have a full weekend there. We invited Camille's family and Spencer, Naomi, and Kirsten to dinner at our Snowbird condo on Sunday, another family tradition. Alas, I was so busy cooking the rouladen, rotkohl, and Bavarian cherry cake that I forgot to take pictures! We fully documented our wonderful Saturday, though, as we got up at dawn, hiked to Cecret Lake in Albion Basin, rode the tram to Hidden Peak for lunch, and relaxed in the Oktoberfest tent.As we began our hike to Cecret Lake, we could smell the campfires as campers cooked breakfast. David said it had been 20 years since we'd hiked to Cecret Lake, but I remembered accompanying Michael there during the Wildflower Festival a few years ago. The hike was just two miles, round trip, but very steep.
The sun filtered through the thick, tall pine trees.
I loved the wildflowers. Some, like the purple asters, are also in my garden in SLC.
Photos cannot capture the icy beauty of Cecret Lake. We were at the lake all by ourselves for a few minutes, before other hikers arrived. We looked, in awe, at the perfect images of trees and cliffs reflected in the lake.
We walked by signs warning of explosives hidden in the hills. They are leftovers from the explosives used during the ski season to prevent avalanches.
Oktoberfest was in full swing during our weekend. I always think of my father when I see lederhosen and dirndls, since he so loved Bavaria.
We took the tram to Hidden Peak, where we climbed to the second story of the new restaurant and looked over the canyons surrounding us.
The restaurant on Hidden Peak served excellent German food, including roast beef, sauerkraut, brussels sprouts, and German chocolate cheesecake.
Outside, mountain bikers prepared for their descent. I asked David if we could bring bikes with us on the tram next time, but he thought not.
We hiked down to the Peruvian ski lift and rode back to the lodge.
We passed more couples dressed for Oktoberfest.
We relaxed in the big white tent, listening to polkas and appreciating other onlookers, in their Bavarian finery.
When I was a little girl, traveling through Europe with my family, I had my own Bavarian hat and I collected pins from all the places we visited.
















