Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

This president's day long weekend, decided to take a break for the daily hum-drum and head over to the mountains for some snow play with family. We decided to go to a relatively closer place this time. As usual booked the hotel at the last minute (some habits die hard). The ride was pleasant and the kids were quite eager and excited in anticipation of snow. We booked a suite in a hotel about 45 minutes away from the ski resort in a quaint old town. Signed up the kids for skiing lessons for the next day and then chilled out. Nice dinner in a local shop and then there was some light snowfall overnight. Headed over to the resort the next day and while the kids went through the skiing lessons, me and the missus sat and enjoyed the scene. Finally, in the evening when we were ready to head back home, we could see the disappointment on the kids face knowing that the vacation was too short, we stopped by the roadside and went out for one last snow play. The next 2 hours or so were really awesome. They built their own snowmen, we did some tubing down a not so gentle slope, a big free-for-all snow fight... :) great fun. I could imagine the scene from the Robert Frost poem (above) as the sun was setting and we were merrily playing in the snowy woods, totally oblivious of the 200 mile journey ahead. After everyone had their fill, finally we headed home. :)
Today I hear that another snow play trip is in the works. :) Should be fun.