Sledding
Back in February I was determined to take my older kids sledding. So naturally I picked a Saturday when there was hardly any snow on the ground and the weather was rotten. We tried to go up to the North Ogden Divide, which is quite a ways up the mountain. After 20 minutes of trying to find the right road while Bryn grew increasingly certain that we were lost forever, we started up the windy road, only to be turned back by several inches of snow on the road, no traction in the minivan, and a couple heart-racing moments close to some pretty serious-looking drop-offs.
So instead we found a nice park in North Ogden with some fun hills. The only problem was that by this time it was raining and we got soaked. In fact, when we would reach the bottom of the hill it sent up a blast of water, like we were riding Splash Mountain.
I lied. There were two problems. The other problem is that whenever I take the kids sledding, we always start on a perfect-size hill and have a blast but then I get this inexplicable compulsion and I have to find an Insane Hill of Death and take them on it, even though I know how things are going to end up. In this particular case, it ended up with a) me somehow backwards on one of the trips down, the back of my shirt completely full of snow/slush, and b) Addison freaking out his first time down and pretty much deciding he was going to hate me forever.
Other than that we had a great time.
Note the difference between Addison and Bryn's reactions:
Group ride:
So instead we found a nice park in North Ogden with some fun hills. The only problem was that by this time it was raining and we got soaked. In fact, when we would reach the bottom of the hill it sent up a blast of water, like we were riding Splash Mountain.
I lied. There were two problems. The other problem is that whenever I take the kids sledding, we always start on a perfect-size hill and have a blast but then I get this inexplicable compulsion and I have to find an Insane Hill of Death and take them on it, even though I know how things are going to end up. In this particular case, it ended up with a) me somehow backwards on one of the trips down, the back of my shirt completely full of snow/slush, and b) Addison freaking out his first time down and pretty much deciding he was going to hate me forever.
Other than that we had a great time.
Note the difference between Addison and Bryn's reactions:
Group ride:
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