Did you know that contractor-strength garbage bags make great sleds?
To say that I was uncertain after the kids took off is an understatement; I was kind of terrified. I
Climbing up, you can see other hikers sliding down as they go by; it's exciting!
Kendall made it sound so exciting, too. I could hear her squealing on her way down.
Later, I learned she had even videotaped her ride!
I had doubts, but I had to follow through; there was no way I was going to chicken out and hike down all of that distance! I sucked it up and stepped into my bag (We cut holes in the bottoms for our feet, btw.)
Now, I remembered from last time that digging my feet into the sides of the chute helped me slow down. I took a deep breath and started out...
HOLY MOTHER OF GOD! I immediately felt completely out of control, unable to stop or slow down for more than a second or two; it took my breath away! I felt like a Jamaican bobsledder! That heel digging thing? It wasn't working at all! I tried digging my elbows in, instead, and that helped a little, but I still did not gain complete control. At times, I felt terrified that I wouldn't stop at all! I had a flash of my kids watching their mother careen to her death. Maybe that's a bit melodramatic, but it's the truth; I was scared. I managed to slow myself a few times, but I was unable to stand up to walk down when I decided I was over the sledding thing; it was just too steep. I had to surrender; I let go and continued skidding down the mountain. Here's what I looked like near the bottom (It's okay to laugh.):
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