It's all downhill from here...

No walk at Black Creek last weekend. It was the Cub Scouts' sledding party, so I got to stand atop a windblown hill in single-digit weather for three hours, watching kids, mine included, whiz down the hill at top speed having the occasional near-death experience.

This picture does not do it justice, but the sledding hill at Black Creek is daunting. It's also full of moguls that would launch kids into spectacular wipeouts. A good time was had by all, until the frostbite set in.

The mom of one of Sam's friends went down the hill too -- a couple of times. On her last trip down she whacked her head -- "you're a nurse -- what should I be looking out for?" she asked. She also revealed that several years ago, she'd had a craniotomy to have a brain aneurysm repaired.

I saw her Tuesday when we picked the kids up from church school -- turns out she'd had a killer headache the day after the sledding party, went to the doctors and wound up having a CAT scan to check everything out. Everything looked ok, but I think she'll be thinking twice about any more sledding.


















A view from the top. Honestly, you can't tell how steep it is, with everything uniformly gray like this. Crappy light and no filters...