Two lovely ladies joined us on an adventure I’ve been waiting to happen for years.
I have wanted to go sledding at Winterthur for as long as I’ve been taking my sons. This year they’re allowing it on select Sundays.
Some other families were already enjoying the hill when we arrived, but our stash of snacks and hot cocoa kept us going longer than most. After our umpteenth snowball fight, we noticed that we were the last ones there.
We left our sleds to explore on foot. Winterthur is constantly changing, so there is something magical about how snow seems to stop time and obscure the continous flow of life.
It’s also pure joy to spend time in the snow with children. Their discoveries, wonder, and constant imaginative play radiate joy.
This adventure was cooked up a mere 24 hours in advance. The conditions were right and serendipities colluded for a wonderous day of connective laughter and fun. Much needed for all involved.
