Sledding, Part 2

Sledding with the kids last night was a great time. It was dark and we had the whole of Belly Button Hill to ourselves. The snow was tamped down pretty well, and most of it was covered with a layer of ice, which made the sledding much quicker than usual. It also made getting up the hill rather difficult, until everyone started walking up the one path that had been worn down to the grass.

Aside from the usual bickering you get when there are 5 kids and 3 sleds, a good time was had by all. I even took a few trips down the hill myself. One trip was headfirst and fast, and I thank the Good Lord I didn't hit a rut on the way down, otherwise the combination of speed and ice would have served to tear most of my face off in the ensuing tumble. I did take a fairly good tumble when my son and I went down together. He was lying on top of me and let his foot drag near the bottom of the hill, causing us to skid sideways and hit a rut, at which point we rolled like a couple of logs for 20 or 30 feet. I now have a sore knee, hip, and shoulder as a reminder that I am not quite young any longer.

But you're only as old as you feel, I suppose, so maybe we'll go back tomorrow.