There is something about sledding at the cabin; it brings out the child in those who have the courage to try it. Just ask those who have been brave enough....
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| Me on the first ever sledding run at the cabin. This sled gave many great rides and has since been retired. |
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My mom gave our trail a try and laughed the whole way down, never loosening her death grip on the sled!
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| Cathy preparing to brave the steep cabin driveway. Sparkle and I followed close behind, to hear her laugh and scream. |
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| Cathy used the trees to stop her tube, which always brings about serious laughter. Sparkle was right there to help, if needed. |
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| We quickly headed back for more! |
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| Soon thereafter, Cathy advanced from the slow, safe tube to the speedy, demon sled |
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| Our Master Tracksman, Tom, giving his work a test run. |
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| Tom, Natalie and I being brave in the lights after dark. We ended up using the trees to stop ourselves and our laughter literally filled the night skies. |
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| Me delivering the snow shovel to our Master Tracksman, Tom. |
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| Natalie in the morning hours, tubing an ice slicked track. There may have been a few screams involved with this one. |
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| Our New Years Crew, working on a new trail through the aspens. |
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| I saved the best for last: Elizabeth laying her life on the line as she conquers the trail we now call "The Waterfall". |
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