So, I like the snow and all, but it gets kind of ridiculously boring not being able to go anywhere. I thought I’d brave it last time and ended up getting my car stuck, causing me to never want to drive in the snow again. This snow, we got “just under a foot,” according to the news, and they didn’t plow our street until around 4:00 pm. No luck in getting out at all.
Fortunately, our house is within walking distance of a lot of great places to eat. Chris and I decided we needed out and headed down to The Caviler.
Afterward, we grabbed the sleds and headed over to Vista Ave, a very, very steep road in our neighborhood with trees on either side. This road is so rough that it has been closed down twice for the snow, making it awesome awesome awesome for sledding. So we thought. We took turns using the old traditional sled that belonged to Chris’s dad and also a green, plastic, modern sled that resembles a trashcan lid. Both worked great, but the newer sled did now allow for as much control and usually left the rider spinning.
After a few trips down the road, a snow plow truck came through. And as you can see in the last picture, this road is so bad and crazy that the snow plow actually got stuck! We never did see that situation come to a resolution and I sure hope that he isn’t still sitting there in his car. Poor guy. That road is nuts!
So, we decided to pack it up and head home when I had the bright idea of filming a sled ride from “my perspective.” I chose the green sled since it lends itself for a more crazy ride. Yeah. Bad idea. I spun out of control, cruised right over the road’s curb, flew straight down about six feet (at least!!!) into the woods. And ended up sitting on top and kind of inside of a little tree. You can see the video here.
It was so fun and crazy and I’m lucky that I didn’t slam into a larger tree. Goodness, this could have been so bad! I have bruises all over and am super sore, but I certainly cannot complain much.
And I plan to do it all over again tomorrow.
oh my gosh, that video was hillarious! (i’m in a tree!)
Yeahhh… We went back and looked at my tracks the next day. The sled more or less fell straight down from the curb and if I hadn’t run into the tree, I would have been in the water–I was literally four feet away from the creek. I may have a bruise on my leg the size of my hand and in the shape of South America, but I got really lucky.