The day after Christmas our friends invited us to their perfect sledding hill.
We didn't arrive until dusk (3 pm) but we enjoyed a quick run down the hill.
I was ultra-cautious about our speed with my co-pilot on board.
Someday David will no doubt fly down sledding hills on his own. When he does, I hope he has just as much padding as he had this time around.
1 comment:
Wow, is that actually the view from their back yard? Or is that just "their" sledding hill because it's their favorite?
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