Sledding...

We went sledding a couple of weeks ago and in spite of the fact that we researched out the best place to go, it was a bit of a bomb. We picked Ruby's friend, Wyatt (Sommer's son) up on the way.

We found a place that rents tubes and has groomed, individual sledding runs and a great lift back to the top. We were so excited.

When we got there, it was sold out, with a two hour line of people willing to stand in cold with their children to have a chance at the fun.

There was an area to the side where there were lots of people sledding, but obviously, there were more people like us just standing around with no sleds and no sledding passes. We tried accosting people who were heading home with their sleds, but they weren't willing to sell!

While Chris was working on a plan, I was following the kids down the unpacked snow hill, sinking hip deep in snow with every step. I actually had to roll onto my back in order to get my legs out of the snow, and then the same thing would happen again with the next attempt at stepping on the snow. The kids were having the same challenge, and I had visions of needing to be rescued by dog sleds, as I knew the kids would expect to be carried out, and I wasn't having any luck moving myself three feet!

I don't know how we all got back to the top of the hill, but we did. That is when I saw two sleds resting against a tree. I thought that since no one was buying the sleds, I might have luck borrowing the sleds so that the kids could each take one run. The sled owner was hesitant, but alas, I convinced him to loan me one sled for one run for each of the kids. Chris took them each down one time, and though they each took a snow dusting in the face the whole way down, I was at least satisfied that they officially went sledding.

Ruby and Wyatt enjoyed eating the snow like dogs, with their face to the ground. It was a fun day to see the kids in the snow and let them experience something new.