Gateway Park March 10, 2002
One of this winterís first storms blew in Friday
night. Saturday was a day for shoveling out the drive
and hunkering down for the most part. Even if one
ignored the frigid cold and the strong winds, skiing
didnít work. The snow was a mass of thick and thin
spots. Worst yet, the snow covered warm ground made
an icy mess on the skis. It was futile.
We headed back to Rickís house, our faces already raw
from the cold and wind after less than an hour. Since
the skiing wasnít so good, we considered sledding
tomorrow after our pool session.
Cindy, Dave and Collin joined us. Cindy set off down
the hill first and soon we were all taking turns. A
walk up the hill was a bit more demanding. And then
it really got wild. Three guys in a canoe headed down
the hill. Predictably, they ended in a mass of legs
and arms sprawling on the snow laughing wildly.
Though properly dressed, it was immediately obvious
that the gene pool might need a bit of chloride. Slow
learners, their repeated attempts were infrequently
successful, but were just enough to encourage them to
try yet again.
Some might say that I was splitting hairs. After all
we were sledding in kayaks using a paddle to steer and
brace. Are ability to steer was, however, limited.
Our ride on the last part of the hill was often
sideways or backwards. Still all was not lost. As
long as we leaned towards the upside of the hill, our
kayak stayed upright.
In disbelief, these two boys watched this mass of
inspired adults, amazed at the spectacle.
Fortunately, their implausible story was verified by
the Tribuneís Monday paper, front page.