Another Sunday

So, yesterday we went on a snowshoeing excursion to Hatchers Pass. It was a great trip. We actually ended up following moose tracks and saw the moose as well. It was pretty cool, there was nobody in the hills, but us, the moose and of course the gorgeous sun. You can't understand how great it is to see the sunlight again and feel the warmth in my face. We ended up going on couple hills and basically sledded down back to our car. At some point, we were making snow angels. After this great trip we came home.
Let's fast forward to this morning - Monday morning. I realized, yes Nevhiz, that I lost my keys. The car keys and our apartment keys. I looked around the apartment, and in every pocket and purse that I could think off but I could not find them. Finally by 9 am, while I was at work, I figured out that I dropped the keys when I was making snow angels. So determined as I was, I wrote an email to Zion. I told him that I knew where the keys were. I was convinced that I dropped them where we making snow angels at the end of our hike. Keep in mind that we were walking with our snowshoes and I was falling most of the time, so there is a big chance that I was wrong. So, of course Zion did not believe me but being the supportive husband he is, he wrote me back and told me that if I really really wanted, we could go to the Pass and look for them after he got back from work (after an hour long drive from Anchorage). Of course, I said yes, hey, because I knew exactly where the keys were right? So we got into the car after he picked me up from work and we headed to the mountains again. We got there right before sunset so we still had some light. I got out of the car and started walking towards the hills, hoping that I was right about my premonition. In the meantime, Zion was putting his snowshoes on and getting ready for a full blown search on the hills for my keys. Ohh before I forget, on the way to the snowshoeing area, we saw our friend, the Moose again. Anyways, I kept on walking and I spotted the keys and the disposable camera that I lost (which I was not aware of until we got there) where I was making the snow angel.
So you might ask, what is the moral of this story Nevhiz? Well friends, don't ever lose your hope and always smile when you see a moose, believe me they bring good luck...