sledding

We just got back from sledding. We had a good time UNTIL Ian hit a bump and got the wind knocked out of him. It was kind of down hill from there (hehehe).

For a while, I layed on a sled under some pine trees. The snow was nestled in the branched and around little pine cones. It was so peaceful and really a good picture (maybe I'll take the camera next time). Then some middle school boys came and the testosterone was flying. They were having so much fun and I tried not to be too much of a mom asking if they were ok when a crash occurred.

They don't call it suicide hill for nothing...

Ok, first of all please don't get on my case for the name of the sledding hill. Apparently, kids in our town have been calling Suicide Hill for decades. It is not something new.
This is the hill. Image to the left side of the pic is the tallest part of the hill. The "big boys" build jumps at the bottom of the hill. It terrifies me to watch the kids go down this part of the hill. Terrifies me. When they are zooming down the hill, the boys are jockeying to get into position to hit the jump. Then they hit it and my heart skips a beat. If they are lucky their sled/tube will land right side up after a vertical launch of 3 plus feet . Both of the boys went down that section of the hill several times - I didn't. Just couldn't....
We had to get to the highest point of the other part of the hill. This meant starting in the pine trees.
Here's one of Ian taking a break. We went up and down and up and down. We stayed at the hill for almost 2 hours.
We haven't had this much fun in ages!