Alpine Misadventure

Snow, sledding, the mountains, hot cocoa...how can that go wrong? You think I'd have learned by now that our adventures always play out differently in my head. We arrive for our fun, stuff ourselves and both boys into snowsuits, rent a sled with brakes, and hit the lifts. The fun begins and ends with a frozen passie, two falls on the ice, windburn, a crash at 90 miles an hour, and brakes that give out 1/2 way down our final run. Ah, the memories. At least the hot cocoa was good.