Sledding

Ah sledding, that bliss that can get us through winter.  What?  Are you telling me your hills don't go through the woods at such a steep incline?

Teeny tiny people at the top.

Judah sat on the sidelines in his inner tube.

Not for the faint of heart, there are trees in the path at the bottom.

 I promise we did not need to call an ambulance.

Snow-hating Daddy was there too.

Noah crashed a lot, and Judah couldn't get his tube up the hill.

Me on a sled, though I normally went down on my belly, the hill was that slick.

Missouri doesn't get two feet of snow every winter.

This is the view right before you can't turn back.

Yesterday we took our Chinese adopted student, Lucy, down the hill.  She had never been sledding before.   There was no snow in her home town of Qingdao, which is a medium city in China, though it is as big as Chicago.  Lucy kept slipping in the snow as she tried to get in the sled.  As soon as she got on she took off down the hill, squealing.   She crashed into a tree at the bottom.  Once down, she couldn't get back up the hill because her tennis shoes slipped on the hill.  I went down and had her hang on to the rope of my sled as I carried it up the hill.  Lucy has a friend from northern China who says Kirksville has not enough snow.   However fun sledding is I am ready for the snow to melt.