It was just too tempting - lots and lots of snow and a couple of Polaris snowmobiles - one of which, at the last minute, decided to be mutinous and not start - so 3 of us piled on one. And yes - we just had to do it! 4-year-old Isaiah in front, Bill Makens in the middle, I was hanging on for dear life at the back, chortling.
White everywhere - very cold - snow mukluks up to my knees, wrapped in layers and layers of clothes to about twice my normal size, topped off with a snowmobile helmet - 60 miles per hour down the straightaway - very exhilarating.
Then we swapped out the middle driver, and Isaiah's dad, Michael Makens took us for another ride - we jumped a slight knoll, got a little airborne on the back there, then we slowed down to navigate around a snow drift, and oops - I slid off into a snow bank that was right beside the Polaris.
With great concern in his eyes, Isaiah asked me if I was bleeding; I said, "No, not even a bruise." Actually it was like falling into a feather bed, except softer ... and wetter. After my third assurance that I was not bleeding, not hurt, he asked me if I was scared. I said I didn't have time to get scared, it was all over so quick. Then he looked up at me through all those lush, black eyelashes and said, "I was only scared a little bit." So touching. Four years old, solicitous of others, and a truth-teller. I have a lot of hope for our future.
PS That's a stock picture of a snowmobile, I didn't have my camera. And that is a real life picture of Isaiah Makens.
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