It was a perfect day. Sunny and bright. Not too cold -- probably in the mid 20s. Claire has been just begging to go sledding at the big hill and I am so glad we squeezed it in this weekend while Jeff was home.
It's so fun you don't even mind hiking up every time -- well, the first several times at least.
Benjamin cried after this first run. He got a bunch of snow kicked up in his face. After that he rode in the middle of the threesome.
I wish you could see their faces here. It's like one of these secret cameras they have mounted above roller coasters. Then they sell you the picture of yourself screaming in a cheesy cardboard frame for $9.95.
That's me. I didn't spend the whole time taking pictures.
Little handsome and big handsome!
Not so good light here. But it give you an idea of the scale of the hill and the people around. If I'd taken a few steps over, I could have gotten a bit of the sunset. It was lovely.
Of course, I'm feeling nostalgic about this being our last day sledding in Maine. Sigh.