The “light dusting” of snow we were supposed to get this past weekend got so excited about covering the earth that it forgot to stop, leaving us with about four inches. Faced with an abundance of soft powdery crystals and the broodmother of all hills in front of our apartment, Rachel and I simply had no choice but to invite friends over for sledding.
The steep hill makes for an excellent ride thanks to gravity alone, but the powdery consistency of the snow added even more speed. It also meant we didn’t have to waste precious trips back up the hill packing the snow into a track. Trudging up there is great exercise but the incline and length put a low ceiling on the number of repetitions one can enthusiastically perform. The picture is taken from the parking lot and the hill is just across the street.
There isn’t much space between the end of the hill, the drainage gulley, and the road, so the end of the line typically involves bailing, slamming into the far side of the ditch, or hitting the fire hydrant. My less-than-smooth bails earned me a few sore spots on my butt.
It looks like we’re going to get yet another decent snow this weekend, so all of our friends who were lame and didn’t come over have a second chance. Get your jollies now: after all, we might be moving to California.