A few weeks ago, at a Tuesday Night gathering, Skye commented on how sad it was there was no sledding this year. Unlike the past couple of winters, this one has been filled with not-torrential-crazy snowfall.
The upsides? My car has almost never slid off the road in the past six months.
The downside? I haven’t careened down a nearby hill with only my faith in a small sheet of plastic and my extra fat padding.
(Can’t say Cheez-Its haven’t done me any good.)
But then yesterday I awoke to the federal government’s snow closure and a day of snowy freedom.
The weathermen had been going on about a snowstorm coming for days and days, but I don’t believe in foreshadowing, so had completely ignored all warning.
Thus, after both my mom and dad had called to tell me to stay off the roads, I decided I clearly needed to get on the roads before it got worse and head to my mom’s, in the hope that she’d let me eat her food.
Thankfully, it’s warm enough that the foot of snow melted off the roads by the end of the day, so Skye suggested that Lindsey and I and Justin gather to sled.
It was glorious.
Skye and I were debating
Where do adults get snowsuits?
How is that not a thing?
Is it and we’re missing out?
If you have snow pant knowledge
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