In Alpine, there is a hill....an infamous hill. It is located in a triangle area between Aunt Jen's house on the left, my dad's house on the right, and Aunt Nita's house at the bottom of the hill. It has been the center of many glorious childhood memories. It is the perfect hill for sledding in the winter........and, of course, for a 100 ft. "slip n slide" in the summer. We have had many accidents, and broken bones on this hill over the years, but we are slowly adjusting. In fact, it used to be a 120 ft. slide, until someone flew off the slide, skidded across the sidewalk and hit Nita's brick house! Yes, it did happen. Now the slide is shorter, and there is a large vinyl covered styrofoam pad in front of the house when the slip n' slide is resurrected!
Here is Logan, puttering down the slide.
At the bottom, heheheheh, "wipe-out".....
Here is Jason with the boys making a train.

Surfing.....luckily he didn't fall, no broken bones or visits to the E.R. this year.
