Sledding

My son Jory wanted to ditch us for the day and go to the Irish games with his friends. I wasn't sure if I should let him go, so I came up with a better solution. I had told him a few weeks ago I wanted to take the family sledding where the scouts went. Friday, when he asked to go with the friends, I said we were going sledding. Saturday morning we woke up, loaded the snow clothes and sleds, stopped by the church for Dallin's family scout picnic and then headed to the mountains. We went up past Walla Walla into the Blues. It was warm and I wondered if we would find snow (I didn't invite any families because of that little worry; no snow could be a problem). There was still snow and plenty of it. We were sweating and soaked after two hours of play. It was worth it, even with a $30 ticket for not having a snow park pass!

Dallin and Jory decided the first jump was too small and built a bigger one.

Kylie gave it a go.

I stuck with the small jump. No I didn't pop the tube when I landed. I did that later just going down the hill.

Cody didn't like sledding. He got dumped once by Camri and that was enough. He managed to last by watching and throwing snow.

While trying to load up to go home, Jory decided he'd had enough of the teenager attempt at stealing his candy bar. Instead of candy, Kylie got to taste a nice snow pile for her efforts. Later, Jory T. got his taste as well, but my camera was put away. At least I remembered it this time!