snow adventure!
The next day we went out
in search of a better place to go sledding 
since it had snowed a few inches overnight, 
so we began our trespassing on the neighbor's back yard. Luckily,
we found a pretty big hill that we could make a run out of so we
set to work plowing out a channel to sled down. Mike and I spent
most of the day behind some guy's house until we got a good long
path worked out, but we kept having a problem with running into
trees. 
Everyone else was making a statue tribute to little Mikey. 
Eventually Erin came down to see what we were up to and we enslaved
her accordingly. With her "help," we finished the run
so you wouldn't wind up killing yourself in the trees, so mike and
I took turns and hurtling ourselves down at ridiculous speeds, all
the while repeating "Man, this is probably a really bad idea."
Finally, we got the idea to put in jumps, and by the time mike and
I had frostbite my back was black and blue. On the hike back, we
came across one of the neighbors trying to shovel out her car. She
complemented my eyes, which meant that she wanted my help, so I
offered to grab a shovel, and of course mike couldn't let me do
that alone, so we spent another 20 minutes or so helping her dig
out her car. After talking to her a bit, we came to believe she
was a hippy since she couldn't remember what she was talking about
(drugs) and she wore a French Barrett (hippy). In turn she told
us that we had good karma now and that we should go sledding behind
the bank in town because it was fun. Then we decided to do something
about our frostbite. We had to soak our feet in cold water to keep
them from burning in seething pain since we had gone out in our
tennis shoes in 2 feet of powder. After the girls fixed our feet
we decided to all pack into the car again and go to the bank to
see about this "sledding area." Unfortunately, the hippie
lied, as all hippies do, most likely because whatever drugs she
was taking at the time made her believe the hills involved were
much bigger than the pansy little crap we found. Luckily, it was
here that mike and I got our best worst idea ever. We found a large
snowball someone had made at the base of one of the slopes that
was about 3 to 4 feet in diameter and had solidified into a giant
ice ball. We immediately thought that we should make it into a jump
of some kind to increase the risk of serious injury. We used a small
shovel and lots more snow to make a channel in it so that starting
from the top of the hill, one would be forced to go flying off of
the new ice ramp. We knew that landing neatly would be impossible,
so we just piled lots of snow a few feet away from the jump and
began to test it out. We soon found that the ramp was too large
to go off of well with our favorite sleds, so we used the new sheets
of plastic that went a whole lot faster and dug in hand holes to
launch ourselves faster from the starting point. Soon we were flying
all over the place, 
and
we even got the girls in on the action. I found that going on my
knees while mike pushed me to get an extra bit of speed had really
good results. 
