This morning we did go sledding but it's right in our neighborhood so it doesn't really feel like it counts as going somewhere. Here are some pictures of our sledding adventures.
It all started in our front yard while Paul shoveled the driveway.
We have a love/hate relationship with the snowplows. They do us a service that we need but they leave giant snow boulders that freeze into place right at the base or our driveway. You can't drive through one of those bad boys. They also only do a strip down the middle of the road. They don't bother with the lanes, you just get the middle plowed.
Paul had to break them down with our garden shovel.
The kids tried sledding off of our terraces and down the steps but gave up. They then started throwing snowballs at us.
That's when we decided to drive down to the "toilet bowl" that is at the end of our neighborhood. I don't know what the area is other than a drainage area. During the summer it's all grass with the grate at the bottom. During the winter it is the neighborhood sledding area. Here are a couple of shots of where we were.
Andrew wants to try snowboarding. He may be ready. He did really well like this.
The kids decided they needed a break so they went down in the drain hole and hung out for a while.
Paul took a ride down once.
I know you can't see it but there is a jump that someone built. You can get some serious air. I tried to keep the kids away from it but they each went off the jump once. I think Andrew went twice. I am so glad they didn't get hurt. This kid landed hard.
Before we left I went down once. I quickly remembered how much I hate feeling out of control and dug my heels into the snow. I was done pretty fast.
It was cold so we didn't stay for too long. We were probably only there an hour. 23 is not a happy temperature for me.
Thank goodness for hotty hand warmers.