We've been in winter sports mode here for the last three weeks--skating, snowboarding, skiing and sledding--we've given it all a shot with varying degrees of success. The snow in the coulees is still a little scant for downhill sledding so we've been limited to the tow-along version. If you've never experienced sledding at the end of thirty feet of rope, you might want to start by reading this post from a couple years back, called The Snow Saucer of Doom.
Since starting the snowmobile generally requires half a can of ether and a generous dose of curse words, Logan and I stick with the four wheeler. Nice enough for the driver, but it just can't match a snowmobile's wide, flat track when it comes to sledding. I think you can see why:
I would like you to please all note that I never once dumped the kid on purpose. Yeah, I know. I'm gonna make him soft.