Despite having a good amount of snow on our property since November, I had not attempted to do any sledding until today. In fact, until today, most of my time spent enjoying the outdoors has only been while shoveling. As a new set of classes starts up for me on Monday and the weather was nice today, I figured that it would be a good time to break that trend.
Our sledding hill is a cleared path under the power and telephone cables that run from the road to a pole near our house and garage. While our home is on the north side of a small ridge, it and its immediate yard are also a bit higher than the road. Thus, we have a bit of a hill that starts just past our cabin and heads towards the ditch by our road--blocked by a fallen tree. It reminds me of the hill just outside my parents' bedroom at the home where I grew up. The only real difference is that hill was regularly mowed and this hill has a number of small bushes and shrubs that the snow mostly covers.
After a winter of accumulation, the untouched areas of snow easily went past my knees and nearly up to my waist in a couple of dips. With the recent thawing and freezing, everything was coated with a thin glaze of ice. Just the process of walking to the hill was a mini workout. The boys had made a few paths earlier in the year, but those were mostly covered by the inches of snow we had earlier this week. Thus, most of our time was spent trying to make sled runs.
While the clearing heads in a straight line from the yard to the road, the hill itself curves to the woods on the left. This made it so both of the sled runs we created had to have hard curves if we wanted them to reach their maximum potential distance. By the time we were done, Trevor was able to ride one of them all the way to the fallen tree--the other one stubbornly sent people off to the woods.
After about ten times sliding down (half of them with Rowen) and slogging back up, I was exhausted. Connor had gone in early and made sure we had hot water for cocoa. It was a good day.
Our sledding hill is a cleared path under the power and telephone cables that run from the road to a pole near our house and garage. While our home is on the north side of a small ridge, it and its immediate yard are also a bit higher than the road. Thus, we have a bit of a hill that starts just past our cabin and heads towards the ditch by our road--blocked by a fallen tree. It reminds me of the hill just outside my parents' bedroom at the home where I grew up. The only real difference is that hill was regularly mowed and this hill has a number of small bushes and shrubs that the snow mostly covers.
After a winter of accumulation, the untouched areas of snow easily went past my knees and nearly up to my waist in a couple of dips. With the recent thawing and freezing, everything was coated with a thin glaze of ice. Just the process of walking to the hill was a mini workout. The boys had made a few paths earlier in the year, but those were mostly covered by the inches of snow we had earlier this week. Thus, most of our time was spent trying to make sled runs.
While the clearing heads in a straight line from the yard to the road, the hill itself curves to the woods on the left. This made it so both of the sled runs we created had to have hard curves if we wanted them to reach their maximum potential distance. By the time we were done, Trevor was able to ride one of them all the way to the fallen tree--the other one stubbornly sent people off to the woods.
After about ten times sliding down (half of them with Rowen) and slogging back up, I was exhausted. Connor had gone in early and made sure we had hot water for cocoa. It was a good day.
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