Sledding!

There is, every year, that one great storm. Some years it's better than others, but it always provides snow...tons of it. This particular year it happened early on in December and we had been promising the kids for awhile that we would go play in the snow first chance we got. So we did! As luck would have it, Grandma and Grandpa's driveway in Prescott provides the perfect sledding hill when covered in the white powdery stuff. If you're really lucky the plow will have been by a few times and built up the perfect berm at the end of the driveway...and that becomes the perfect jump. Just high enough to get some air and propel yourself across the street and into the snow bank on the other side. We had fun. Everyone except poor Abigail. My city girl. She was sport enough to do it once, didn't see what all the fuss was about and then chose to wait out our childish ways inside in the warm, toasty house, in front of the TV on the comfy couch.


Her attempt.

She did not see what so so great about it.

My snow bunny. Emi would have stayed out there until the was no light left in the sky.

Russell Maynard, eight years old.

It was a great way to end the year. I can't wait for the next opportunity to jump in the car and head up north. How great is it that we can sled in the driveway with a hot shower just seconds away! No more driving an hour (or two) home all cold and wet. How is it possible we never realized this til now?