snow adventure!

The next day we went out in search of a better place to go sledding since it had snowed a few inches overnight, so we began our trespassing on the neighbor's back yard. Luckily, we found a pretty big hill that we could make a run out of so we set to work plowing out a channel to sled down. Mike and I spent most of the day behind some guy's house until we got a good long path worked out, but we kept having a problem with running into trees. Everyone else was making a statue tribute to little Mikey. Eventually Erin came down to see what we were up to and we enslaved her accordingly. With her "help," we finished the run so you wouldn't wind up killing yourself in the trees, so mike and I took turns and hurtling ourselves down at ridiculous speeds, all the while repeating "Man, this is probably a really bad idea." Finally, we got the idea to put in jumps, and by the time mike and I had frostbite my back was black and blue. On the hike back, we came across one of the neighbors trying to shovel out her car. She complemented my eyes, which meant that she wanted my help, so I offered to grab a shovel, and of course mike couldn't let me do that alone, so we spent another 20 minutes or so helping her dig out her car. After talking to her a bit, we came to believe she was a hippy since she couldn't remember what she was talking about (drugs) and she wore a French Barrett (hippy). In turn she told us that we had good karma now and that we should go sledding behind the bank in town because it was fun. Then we decided to do something about our frostbite. We had to soak our feet in cold water to keep them from burning in seething pain since we had gone out in our tennis shoes in 2 feet of powder. After the girls fixed our feet we decided to all pack into the car again and go to the bank to see about this "sledding area." Unfortunately, the hippie lied, as all hippies do, most likely because whatever drugs she was taking at the time made her believe the hills involved were much bigger than the pansy little crap we found. Luckily, it was here that mike and I got our best worst idea ever. We found a large snowball someone had made at the base of one of the slopes that was about 3 to 4 feet in diameter and had solidified into a giant ice ball. We immediately thought that we should make it into a jump of some kind to increase the risk of serious injury. We used a small shovel and lots more snow to make a channel in it so that starting from the top of the hill, one would be forced to go flying off of the new ice ramp. We knew that landing neatly would be impossible, so we just piled lots of snow a few feet away from the jump and began to test it out. We soon found that the ramp was too large to go off of well with our favorite sleds, so we used the new sheets of plastic that went a whole lot faster and dug in hand holes to launch ourselves faster from the starting point. Soon we were flying all over the place, and we even got the girls in on the action. I found that going on my knees while mike pushed me to get an extra bit of speed had really good results.

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