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I wanted to alert you to a change in our Reader Contest entry deadline. We get a tremendous amount of entries through the mail, and we wanted to make sure that you have enough time get them in before we pull a winner for our prizes, so we are extending the entry deadline for each contest starting with this issue. Thank you for all the notes and feedback included in your entries. It is fun to see who is entering and where they are from. This week we are fishing for northerns... good luck!
The Toboggan Story...
We all know things happen for a reason, although that is not always apparent at the time. Many years ago, my family plus some aunts, uncles and cousins were enjoying a winter day in December by sledding down the hills around the house I grew up in. Now these were not "hills" like you would think. The house was built into the side hill of what was an ancient river bank. Some of these hills were nearly vertical, and a real challenge to climb. My father had done his best to clear out brush and obstacles for us kids to enjoy the sleds with. It was so steep it was almost too much to get sat down on the sled before it wanted to go screaming down the hill into the large open yard.
The kids took a few turns on the toboggan and a couple of us were trying to stand up on a two solid plastic sleds we had and go down one of the lesser hills - early snowboarding is what my mom called it.
The rest of this happened pretty fast. My mom and her two brothers decided it was their turn to take the toboggan down the hill for a "joy ride". This toboggan was one of the nice hardwood kind that would fit about three or four kids on it. So, they crawl up the steepest part of the hill... because adults know what is best, right?... and prop themselves up for a run down the hill. Well, it started out pretty good. Whoosh, they were off, faster than any of us kids went... and pointed directly at the three small pine trees in the very back corner of the yard. I'm not sure why they aimed at the trees, or why they didn't try to bail out like us kids would have... I think they were trying to steer or something... because adults know what is best, right? Next thing you know, here's the three of them laying around the toboggan and the pine that they just clipped off at the base. At first we thought they were screaming in pain, but no, they were all laughing so hard they couldn't stand up.
The upside is that the toboggan survived and the tree became our Christmas tree that year... although, I think a chain saw would have been a bit more appropriate.
Thanks for reading... stay warm and stay safe on these winter roads!! See you next week...
sean@lakeareatidbits.com
I wanted to alert you to a change in our Reader Contest entry deadline. We get a tremendous amount of entries through the mail, and we wanted to make sure that you have enough time get them in before we pull a winner for our prizes, so we are extending the entry deadline for each contest starting with this issue. Thank you for all the notes and feedback included in your entries. It is fun to see who is entering and where they are from. This week we are fishing for northerns... good luck!
The Toboggan Story...
We all know things happen for a reason, although that is not always apparent at the time. Many years ago, my family plus some aunts, uncles and cousins were enjoying a winter day in December by sledding down the hills around the house I grew up in. Now these were not "hills" like you would think. The house was built into the side hill of what was an ancient river bank. Some of these hills were nearly vertical, and a real challenge to climb. My father had done his best to clear out brush and obstacles for us kids to enjoy the sleds with. It was so steep it was almost too much to get sat down on the sled before it wanted to go screaming down the hill into the large open yard.
The kids took a few turns on the toboggan and a couple of us were trying to stand up on a two solid plastic sleds we had and go down one of the lesser hills - early snowboarding is what my mom called it.
The rest of this happened pretty fast. My mom and her two brothers decided it was their turn to take the toboggan down the hill for a "joy ride". This toboggan was one of the nice hardwood kind that would fit about three or four kids on it. So, they crawl up the steepest part of the hill... because adults know what is best, right?... and prop themselves up for a run down the hill. Well, it started out pretty good. Whoosh, they were off, faster than any of us kids went... and pointed directly at the three small pine trees in the very back corner of the yard. I'm not sure why they aimed at the trees, or why they didn't try to bail out like us kids would have... I think they were trying to steer or something... because adults know what is best, right? Next thing you know, here's the three of them laying around the toboggan and the pine that they just clipped off at the base. At first we thought they were screaming in pain, but no, they were all laughing so hard they couldn't stand up.
The upside is that the toboggan survived and the tree became our Christmas tree that year... although, I think a chain saw would have been a bit more appropriate.
Thanks for reading... stay warm and stay safe on these winter roads!! See you next week...
sean@lakeareatidbits.com
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