Yes, I video game, so I’m not completely lame - just partially lame in that I don’t play “Fortnite,” and for good reason that if enough gamers read this think I should explain, I will in a separate column on down the line.īelieve me when I say though, I can’t afford to keep buying controllers.
“Fortnite” is not taking advantage of days like Tuesday. There aren’t near enough people taking advantage of days like this. I couldn’t be there as long as I wanted, but it was nice to be part of the fun, even if I wasn’t sledding myself. Right away I caught brother and sister Dalton and Dezeray Hill followed by friends Chaslin Arndt and Izzy Canta as they took their turns on another portion of the hill. To my delight, my trip to Skinner’s Hill was not wasted.
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Long story short, we knew how to make use of the day when school administrators decided that three feet of snow was probably too much to risk - wimps. 23 just introduced himself as such in Hy-Vee the other day. By the way, that would make you Reader No.
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Or maybe he was and I have to finally adapt to getting older and not remembering.ĭan, if you are reading this, feel free to correct me. My friend Dan Ruiter might have been the smartest of us all, which may or may not lend itself to the suspicion of why he was never there when we went sledding. This path wove through the trees and then across a road and then down into the lake. Or if you were really daring, you would take the sled through the well-worn paths of a copse of trees sprouting from behind the Catholic Church. Sure it wasn’t Bones Hill from my youth that not only gave you a sweet steep hill, but also a secondary, smaller hill on to the wind-whipped vistas of Lake Wilson. So, with a perfectly lovely winter’s day and no school to follow up the mood, I investigated Skinner’s Hill for intrepid young adventurers ready to take on the perils and extremes of Austin’s best sledding hill. Sure, there was some drizzle that complicated already snow-packed roads, the accidents scattered throughout squaks on the scanner and the occasional snowflake that dotted one’s eye.īut really nothing else, at least not as of the time I’m writing this column, which if truth must be told was Tuesday night, while the cats bugged me about supper. Austin and surrounding schools called school for the day Tuesday in the face of an incoming storm that, like the “Star Wars” prequel movies, failed to live up to the hype.