On a Sunday morning we went to Mount Ashland. We went to buy a sled and when we were heading to the top it got scarier. We sliped on the way down. We said “Stop dad.” And he said if he presses the brake that we will slip more. Finally we stopped. We were all scared. Finally we got there. We found this little hill that we slid on. We ate and left.
I sure hope we can go there again.
Leave a comment