Brady made me promise that sometime during Christmas break I would take him to the South Hills so he could build a ski jump. Not at a ski resort, just out in the mtns somwhere. Justin kept telling him it would be too much work. Hike up ski down. Hike up ski down. He would not be dissuaded.
With new telescoping snow shovel in hand he went to work on the side of a sledding hill at Diamondfield Jack.
Cousins Brooke and Logan, Arizonans, looked on in anticipation and support.
The first 360 was attempted.
Dad came in with adjustments. We were shaving the jump, steepening it, telling him to go FASTER, look over his shoulder harder, ride the jump longer....
The cousins were looking at us like, "You are the weirdest parents we have yet encountered."
We were just so proud.
We were just so proud.
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