This time I told Noah he was going to have to haul his own butt up the hill rather than riding on my shoulders, or being hauled up on the sled. It really is a big hill, especially if you make it down to the very bottom as Noah did most times. I would walk up the hill with him to make sure he wasn't taken out by an errant sledder (which is more of a hazard than crashing), but he was making it up under his own power.
Uncle Todd and cousin Dylan joined us after awhile, and Noah was glad to see them. He insisted on going with, or next to Dylan on each trip. At one point they decided to go down a steeper section, and after a few runs, Noah launched off one of the many bumps on the hillside, landing on his cheek and bloodying his mouth. He shed a few tears until I started laughing and told him his sled looked like Santa's sleigh as it flew into the air. He finally calmed down and joined me in laughing. True to Suicide Hill's form, we weren't the only casualty - a few feet from where he landed, it looked like someone had gutted a deer in the snow, with blood everywhere. It didn't deter too many though. As long as we didn't get the distances Uncle Steve got, we were ok.
Speeding downhill
Looking back uphill
Running uphill
He was having a great time
Near miss
Starting from the very top
Lots of people, young and old, catch air on this hill
Cousin Dylan arrives
Uncle Todd gives Noah a hand
Dylan heading downhill
Uncle Todd heading down. Watch out for the little girl!
Noah and Dylan - Noah riding shotgun
Noah and Dylan - Dylan riding shotgun. Look at the joy on that face
Post sledding homemade hot chocolate
They didn't get enough of the snow, and went back out to play after dinner
Elliot wanted to play too, despite having a bug
Irritated that his car is stuck
I think he had been trying to eat the snow
Bye bye!
