kenny's sledding adventure
It's snowing here again. A lot. But before we got all of this new snow, we had all of that old snow. This story takes place back during that old snow of late 2008.
Kenny scales Mt. Snowpile in Front of the Living Room Window.
"Hmmm...interesting consistency. Sort of like my underwear right about now. Best not tell the parents just yet."
During our winter break, we took advantage of the snow by buying a plastic snow-faring device and finally getting some use out of the gigantic sled hill in the park up the street. I am pleased to say that Kenny was a HUGE fan of sledding, and shows signs of true reckless abandon when plummeting down steep hills. While Overboard is unsure of how she really feels about this, I'm having visions of a slightly larger Kenny barreling down some mountain out west, strapped to a snowboard that was provided to him by his Uncle Mike. As Evenkeel is to wanting to skate with his son, nieces and nephews, Unlce Mike is to wanting to snowboard with them. That was my terrible attempt at a SAT-style example. Almost pulled it off too.
Overboard drags Kenny to the park and ignores his cries of, "Mush!"
This is living.
We met up with the Brandts at the sled hill, and everyone took turns going down the hill, or sending small children down it. Or taking small children down it while trying to avoid running over other small children. My personal favorite were the high school kids who attempted to send six or seven people on two or three sleds down at one time in some sort of giant heap.
Kenny wonders whether or not his parents will let him make a run on his own from the top. For the record, they did not.
Evenkeel and Kenny go for a slide down the hill.
At this point you may be asking, "But, Evenkeel, how do you know if Kenny was really having fun?" Because he looked like this:
This is not the face of an unhappy camper.
Kenny's buddy Ava got into the act as well.
All in all, the outing was a great success, and completely validated the money I spent on the overpriced hunk of plastic we call a sled. I'm thinking we may head back out to the hill for some sledding tomorrow. If I can find time in between shoveling.
Kenny scales Mt. Snowpile in Front of the Living Room Window.
"Hmmm...interesting consistency. Sort of like my underwear right about now. Best not tell the parents just yet."
During our winter break, we took advantage of the snow by buying a plastic snow-faring device and finally getting some use out of the gigantic sled hill in the park up the street. I am pleased to say that Kenny was a HUGE fan of sledding, and shows signs of true reckless abandon when plummeting down steep hills. While Overboard is unsure of how she really feels about this, I'm having visions of a slightly larger Kenny barreling down some mountain out west, strapped to a snowboard that was provided to him by his Uncle Mike. As Evenkeel is to wanting to skate with his son, nieces and nephews, Unlce Mike is to wanting to snowboard with them. That was my terrible attempt at a SAT-style example. Almost pulled it off too.
Overboard drags Kenny to the park and ignores his cries of, "Mush!"
This is living.
We met up with the Brandts at the sled hill, and everyone took turns going down the hill, or sending small children down it. Or taking small children down it while trying to avoid running over other small children. My personal favorite were the high school kids who attempted to send six or seven people on two or three sleds down at one time in some sort of giant heap.
Kenny wonders whether or not his parents will let him make a run on his own from the top. For the record, they did not.
Evenkeel and Kenny go for a slide down the hill.
At this point you may be asking, "But, Evenkeel, how do you know if Kenny was really having fun?" Because he looked like this:
This is not the face of an unhappy camper.
Kenny's buddy Ava got into the act as well.
All in all, the outing was a great success, and completely validated the money I spent on the overpriced hunk of plastic we call a sled. I'm thinking we may head back out to the hill for some sledding tomorrow. If I can find time in between shoveling.
posted by Dr. Overboard and Prof. Evenkeel at 2:23 PM
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