Last week, the kids were all invited to a sledding party with our "neighborhood" and we were introduced to the greatest snow hill. This beat the little 10-foot hill in our yard made by the snow plow by a long way! The kids had so much fun and I had a blast watching them. (I don't own snow clothes - that fit - but after this find of fun, I may just be purchasing...) The funny thing is, this snow hill is about 3-4 miles up the road from our house. Who knew? And of course we find it now that it's starting to melt. I guess it will give us something to look forward to next year.
It took Hunter no time at all to find the best jumps. It was hard to get a "mid-air" picture because he would go so stinkin' fast!
I was floored when Hayden wanted to try it, let alone try it on her own! Usually not her thing. Way to go Hayden!!!
The long trek back up the hill. They must have walked up this 67 times, I swear!
Gage went down with Hunter a handful of times but opted to play with the suicidal dog that would run down the hill with each sledder instead. I don't know how he didn't get run over. The dog, not Gage. Gage did get hit, but just once. He walked away fine. (That time)
Hunter and Gage took a detour through the patch of trees at the bottom. I yelled at them to bail early but they stayed in the entire time. Good? Bad? I'm not sure.
Hunter tried every sled...
...in every postion. 
He finally got his turn on the actual snow board and made it to the bottom - still standing!
