In Missouri, as in what seems to be 80% of the nation, we've had a lot of snowfall. Here in Sainte Genevieve we had a few storms that gave us a powdering to an inch or two. But this week, we had enough snow to head for the in-laws and do some sledding. The sun was shining and the snow had a real glaze on top; perfect for sledding.
Two of our three children had spent the night at Nana and Papa's, so they were already out back when my wife and I arrived. Out the back door, I walked to the top of the hill. I saw Anna and Nate at the bottom of the hill with Finn, the little boy next door who's friends with Nate. Papa Gary gave me the layout of the route. Their hill slopes from two directions into a corner of their yard, fenced on one side with untamed mother nature on the other. This can make for some odd approaches and close calls with the fence and the trees. Papa said it was slick and fast and they had moved the disc sleds out of the rotation since they were harder to steer. Whether because I was brave and foolhardy or I just felt my girth needed it, I grabbed a disc and said we'd see about that. He pointed out the different paths they had taken, I picked what I thought would be the fastest and off I went.