After getting up early, eating a quick breakfast, and heading out the door to ski at Pats this morning, we suddenly realized that all of our skis were with Mom in Maine. Gah! But it is said, when life hands you a poop sandwich, you go sledding. So, with our ski gear already on, we decided to hit the sledding hill, where we found a most excellent jump.
Thanks for the fast sleds, T and Salzars!
