Like fish to water.

Today was a gorgeous day. Sunny, with at least a foot of fresh snow on the ground. R1 skipped out of work early and we all headed up to our favorite sledding hill. I say favorite, but we have only been there once before. Perhaps I should say nearest?


When we were almost through (i.e. H1 was turning into an icicle), W1 declared that he wanted to go highest and fastest. Partway down the highest and fastest run on this hill someone braver than us had built a jump. W1 plopped right down on the sled and took off. We assume he didn't know what he was getting into.



Sometimes, having no fear for your own safety really pays off.