I went sledding this afternoon. Like, hardcore sledding. Sledding on a former ski slope. Sledding like God only dreams of sledding. Thanks to MS for agreeing to play hookey with me – and for providing the plan, the sleds, and the helmets.
We arrived and started saying things like “holy crap, that’s a big ski slope.”
It’s a damn long walk up the hill.
Mark gives the thumbs up, prior to a bumpy ride.
Crash, and laughter!
We blazed a trail all the way to the top of the hill – where the snow was too deep for children to tread.
I believe that we agreed to name our trench “Stock and Dwan’s Folly.” On my last ride down – Mark described it as being “like a comet.” I couldn’t see a damn thing for the flying snow – so I bailed out every now and then to check that no children had wandered into my path. It was *awesome*.