Two weekends ago Lars, Paul, Brandon, (as ordered in the sled) and I decided to get in what might possibly be our last sledding adventure of the winter of 2008. It was indeed magnificent. While the hill was icy, there was just enough snow to cushion our falls, and the ice made us fly. After finally landing a jump on the sledding hill, we moved to a different slope to try our luck at some bigger jumps. Above is the mother of all jumps. Below is the mother of all landings.



The guys launched off the jump, upwards of 3 to 4 feet (higher depending on who's telling the story). This photo captures the split second before the landing, and the last time Paul's arm was in 1 piece. Yup, broke his radius right at his wrist. But the jump was epic. Guess that really was his last sledding adventure for the year