Hug for Marcus.
MY FIRST—AND ONLY—SNOW TUBE RIDE
Members of the Monte Holland family went snow tubing at Hidden Valley (Southwestern Pennsylvania on the Laurel Ridge) on December 27. My grandson Marcus, 7, helped me document that visit: click on Snow Tubing
Part 1: The Holland Family . The following relates my first and last snow tube ride.
A snow tube ride became a part of my bucket list, and was accomplished before I ever had a chance to write it down.
I decided I should try one ride if I was going to write this piece. Of course I had to be color coordinated, so chose the yellow tube. As I stepped onto the conveyor belt I almost lost my footing, and I was approaching the top of the hill I wondered what kind of a nut I was.
However, it was too late to change my mind—the only way down was via snow tube.
At the top I quickly snapped a couple of photos before sitting down.
Then the worker gave my tube a gentle shove.
The ride was fast and steep. My knit hood was blown off at the first crest.
“I’m on this ride to the end,” I thought. “There’s no stopping now.”
The next crest included a dip and a second crest. They preceded a longer section of hill. I heard a yell coming from my throat. The tube turned and I was going down backward. At least before I could see what was coming. Perhaps going backwards was OK.
My heart beat rapidly as I felt the cold air flashing by me. All too soon my ride was over.
“I knew I would only do this once,” I told everyone as the boys helped me rise from the snow tube. “And I was right. But it was fun.”
Next time we are snow tubing I will do what I do best—watch and take photographs.
For the family snow tubing adventure click on Snow Tubing Part 1: The Holland Family .