This is where the magic happens. We love the Cappadocia region anyway, but to arrive to a blanket of beautiful snow thanks to a snowstorm the previous week (the one that brought the first snow to Cairo in 125 years!) was extra perfect.
We were staying in the town of Goreme in a cave hotel and the best part about that location are the hiking trails and the fairy chimneys that were right outside our door.
After breakfast we bundled up in our snow clothes and set out. These two dogs hung with us all morning.
It was peaceful and quiet — we had the roads and the hiking trails all to ourselves.
The boys covered twice the distance we did as they ran ahead and back, pelting each other with snowballs.
Huge icicles — so we had to stop and throw chunks of ice at them to try and knock the biggest pieces down. Only I kept yelling that this was like a game of deadly piñata and they had wait to run in and grab the falling chunks of ice. I didn’t want someone to be impaled by a late falling spike of ice. I don’t think they believed me that someone could be killed by a falling icicle. I swear I read it in Little House on the Prairie (or some other pioneer book).
Carter with his prize machine gun of an icicle
What more can I say? This is exactly why we came. Happy kids, running around outside.
(Calvin)
They never got tired of tackling each other in the snow
Ice skating on the tiniest lake ever (our path followed a stream that had frozen over)
As we hiked out of the valley it got warmer and the snow had melted off the sunny sides of the slopes. We started shedding layers here.
A tiny snow angel
Heading back to our warm cave and our fireplace.