Oh for the love of sledding. I've never, in my whole entire EVER gone sledding like we did in the Utah canyons. They close a whole long powder fresh stretch of road for sledders, well, sort of, it's more a sort of "you go, then I go" type of turn taking with those mammoth sized Utahan cars. And then they tow you up, on a four wheeler, to the tippity top of the canyon road and let you, on your plastic sort of chariot, stampede your way right back down in a head to head race with other winged heeled sledders and also the sound of your own laughter. Oh to chase the sound of sweet laughter (read as: screams of terror mixed with joy, mixed with "my God the moon rising through the trees and all the while the fresh snow falling" sort of take your breath away revelation). Is there any more worthy pursuit, really?
I just know, sometimes, I could so completely lose myself in this Utah.
We loved it all so that we went back for seconds, a whole day more of sledding and hot hot cocoa, because that's what you should do, you know? When you love a thing. I mean really love it... you should spend all the time you can with it. Although, it turns out that one good run was plenty good for me. Probably because, it also turns out that hitting a snow bank and lying awkwardly on the snow covered road for a good long laugh is a wonderful in the moment sort of an idea until you discover that all the while your jeans have been soaking up that wet winter cold and brrr...
Thank you. For being on this little ride with me. For being wonderful you. For letting me be little 'ole me.
Here's to a new year, a 2013.
A series of days, filled with moments, filled with great adventures and beautiful living. Cheers.