Sledding

We went sledding for the second time during the break. It was a blast. We ended up in some hollow that Greg knew about. For the kid's sake I called it sleepy hollow. There were hills on both sides, though a much bigger one on the north side, and a creek in the middle. The creek was covered with snow in parts, alas in other parts is was about a two foot drop off into mud or the trickle of a creek. Surprisingly what little water was flowing down was not frozen.

There were near misses all day, a few minor wrecks, and then of course it was Porter who ended up in the muddy creek.

The fun ended when Porter, who never did look where he was going, not that he could cause his hat kept slipping over his eyes, ended up in the mud pit. He was on the tube and just kept going, of course he couldn't see at all and didn't know he needed to stop. He was a muddy mess. As with most people Porter doesn't like to be embarrassed so he was done at that point and so were the rest of us.

Here are my insights:
You can't really turn a sled, once you are going there is only just a little you can do to change your direction.

No matter what someone is gonna crash hard.

Go off jumps on a tube, not a plastic sled.

Walking up to the big hill was a long process in which the little ones struggled mightily. However they trudged on undeterred to the top. Many times they made it up crawling.

It was nice to have an assortment of sleds and tubes, thanks Greg and Biffy and friends.

Kids don't wait for others to get out of the way, they just try to avoid them.
Which is less effective.

When your ride is over, get outta the way, fast.