Thanksgiving Day Belated - Part 2

Our trips to Snowflake for Thanksgiving have always had mandatory (again) volleyball playing. Before, After, Next Day - 24/7 if we could, of Volleyball games. By not going up this year, we knew we would be forfeiting that joy. Early in the day, as we were fixing our feast, Alan or Linda, I don't remember who, sent a text-photo of a snow covered backyard lawn and saying, "Wish you were here"!
What? - No volleyball this year! At least we felt a little better about being here in the valley, however, in return for their picture text - we sent one back to them also stating "No, Wish You Were Here!!!!
Please enjoy our adventure at getting just the right shot.Where's Shannon? Now where's Allan? Oh, here he comes! Sweet! Everyone get ready! Wait somethings not quite right. It's 58 degrees outside. Hang on everyone - I'll be right back. There, this is better.Okay, lets get some posing for our picture - text.

No this doesn't feel quite right. And in for the dip. To make it authentic of course of how warm it is here.

I can't remember what shot we eventually sent them, but it really doesn't matter, because I can just see all 45 of them up there trying to squeeze around Uncle Alan's phone getting a glimpse of Allan in a speedo.