Today was one of those perfect March days, it was warm, and there was an abundance of delightful, sticky snow. Amber,
Gretchen, Eileen, Trisha and I bundled up and marched to the biggest, steepest, hill around. We clambored over a range of 8 foot snowbanks and gazed at the hill. In our eagerness, we didn’t even choose the best path - we just started walking toward the hill. The first obstacle was the brook, about two feet across and one foot deep. Next, there were some reeds, which looked about 6 feet tall, but were actually 8 or 9 feet high. Finally, we crashed through them and arrived at the base of the slope.
We marched up the hill. Occasionally, someone would lay down in the snow, just resting. Trisha’s tube escaped and fled down the incline. When I reached the top, I knew it was going to be a great adventure. I had 6 feet of purple toboggan and I sat down comfortable and pushed off. When it was clear I was travelling directly toward a tree, I rolled over the side and it took many feet to stop. I looked up and the kids were all doing different things. Eating snow, sitting and looking around, laying in the snow, rolling a huge snowball downhill. We stayed for about an hour, maybe an hour and a half. There was lots of laughing, I don’t think any of us made it to the bottom of the hill with the sled without crashing, the snowballs were thrown gently, and the jumps were just right.
Eventually, we got tired, wet, and cold. We chose an easy path back to the parking lot and walked in comfortable quiet to the next hill. Amber and Trisha were quite far behind, so Gretchen and Eileen laid in the snow - resting and waiting. Together we returned to the road, and back to reality.
I hope I remember this day for the rest of my life.