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probably going to get several more inches between today and tomorrow.”
    “Oh.”   She lifted the
coffee cup to her lips to hide her smile, and then took a small sip.
    “So what’s on the agenda for today?” Ryan asked.  
    “Hmm, I’m not really sure.”   She sat her cup back on the table.   “Any thoughts?”
    “Well, if you’re up for it, I was thinking we could take the
snowmobiles out,” Ryan suggested.   “The
wind seems to have died down, and Wade mentioned that there are some pretty
good trails not too far from here.”
    “There are.”   There
were only about a dozen or so cabins situated along this particular section of
the road, but there was a small ski resort located several miles to the east,
and the surrounding public lands were popular with both cross-country skiers
and snowmobile enthusiasts alike.   She
knew that Wade kept four top-of-the-line machines out in the garage, along with
several sets of skis and snowboards, for whenever their family got together at
the cabin, skiing, snowboarding and snowmobiling were always some of their
favorite pastimes.   “And sure, I’d love
to,” she nodded.   “But are you sure it’s
okay,” she motioned to his head, “with your recent head injury?”
    “Don’t worry,” Ryan assured her.   “It was only a mild concussion.   As long as I don’t crash into any tress I’ll
be fine.”
    She eyed him speculatively.
    “I’ll take it easy, I promise.”
    “Alright then, it sounds like fun.”   She’d just have to make sure to keep them
away from the more rugged trails.  
    “Great.   I’ll whip us
up a little breakfast and then we can head out.”
    “You’re making breakfast?”
    “I was thinking ham and cheese omelets.”
    “Yum.   Do you want
some help?”
    “Nope,” Ryan said, as he pushed back his chair and stood
up.   “Enjoy your coffee.   You can make lunch if you want.”
    “Deal,” she agreed.

 
 
    Once they finished their omelets, which were delicious and
just another point in Ryan’s favor, Brooklyn quickly washed the dishes as Ryan
headed out to the garage.   When she
joined him a few minutes later, he’d already gotten Wade and Kate’s snow gear
from the storage locker and had it set out atop two of the snow machines, along
with helmets, boots and gloves.   Fortunately, she and her sister were about the same size, but Ryan was
sure to be dwarfed in Wade’s outer garments.
    Sure enough, as soon as he slipped into Wade’s one piece
blue and grey snowsuit, Ryan looked like a slightly more colorful version of
the Michelin Man, the well-known symbol of the Michelin tire company.
    “No laughing,” he said, glancing toward Brooklyn with a mock
scowl as he pulled the zipper up to his chin.
    “Sorry.”   She
immediately put her gloved hand to her mouth to stifle her giggles as she
turned to grab the smaller of the two helmets.
    As soon as they were suited up, he and Brooklyn got the
snowmobiles out to the driveway and started them up.   They both roared to life with little effort,
and Ryan was glad to see that they each had a full tank of gas.   “Looks like we’re all set,” he shouted
through the thickly padded helmet, then went to the keypad and shut the garage
door before jumping onto the larger of the two sleds.   Moments later they were off, with Brooklyn
being familiar with the area leading the way.  
    For the next two hours, she and Ryan traversed the winding,
snow-packed trails under a light snowfall, enjoying the picturesque scenery of
the beautiful Colorado mountain top.   As
they explored the terrain, they encountered several other riders along the way,
fellow men, women and children out enjoying the winter weather just as they
were.   Luckily the wind wasn’t howling
through the trees as it had been the night before, and it proved to be ideal
weather for their early morning ride.
    Stopping for the third time during their ride, Brooklyn was
delighting in showing Ryan some of the