The first morning my mom knocked on my door as the sun was rising (6:30am?) and asked if I wanted to go for a morning walk. Due to the time difference I was pretty awake, and so I hopped up and joined her. The morning was glorious along the golf course and heading into the mountains. (The second morning she woke me up at 5:30 for a 6am aerobics class!)
During the kids' nap time my mom taught me to play her guitar (note: one of my new year's resolutions underway!). She spent the summers of her teenage years at a ranch in the Tetons in Wyoming, and there learned to play the guitar and sing all the old folk songs. I can now somewhat successfully strum along to Red River Valley. Now I need to find a used guitar to buy and keep up with it.
In all, it was a fantastic five days of sun and it completely rejuvenated me... at least enough to see through to the end of winter in Boston.