I went e-shopping for sleds as soon as I got home because the sled hill near our house was alive with families when I walked by. And it was after dark.
The old sledding hill is pretty cool, as steep as the one at The Farm. You can probably go just as far too — except you would cross a soccer field instead of a corn field — given the right snow pack conditions.
My bet is that Santa will bring the Future Farmkids a couple of sleds. But in the meantime, I’m kicking myself for not borrowing one of the old steel runner sleds from The Farm. Those are lightening fast, especially after Hoosier Outsider restored the runners.
I may need to go try to pick up a couple of cheapie saucers to get us through this snowfall.
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