Thanksgiving is always a fun day. There's nothing better than gathering the whole family together around a nice, big, delicious meal. This year we celebrated up at Heber Valley Camp with my missionary parents.
It had snowed the night before, and the fresh snow was perfect for playing in.
After the feasting and waking up from our turkey-induced comas, we (when I say we, I mean everyone except for me) went sledding.
Everyone took turns sliding down the hill and then being pulled back up by the side-by-sides.
(That's my kind of sledding -where there's little to no effort involved.)
It was one of the most fun Thanksgivings yet.