We travelled three thousand miles south to avoid winter, and we got… this.
Yup. These are cacti. In ice.
Making lemons out of lemonade, we head off to White Sands to get some sledding in.
The bugs check out their weapon of choice, in blue.
Pre-race, Mom waxes the disc up.
Laboring up one of the thousands of dunes.
And, getting ready for the inaugural ride.
A success! The girls have instantly forgotten that they are cold, wet, and irritable.
Leaping for the crest of the dune…
Mom decides the weasels can’t have all the fun.
And, success. Mom has instantly forgotten how cold, wet and irritable she is.
New technique – Mom launches you downhill.
And, if it all goes to hell, Dad will rub his beard on you.
It’s 32 degrees and about to rain, and I live in a truck. Awesome.
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