We visited Winter Park, CO on Sunday.
The title of this post is Summer Park.
And it is really Winter Park.
A few days of vacation can really unleash my creativity.
Winter Park has an alpine slide that requires anyone over 45 inches to ride alone.
My first impression was…obviously, they haven’t seen Reid(7) drive.
So, we lined the boys up – kid, adult, kid, adult and then my niece rode with Rhett.
Ryan went first followed by blog-Stedman.
It was then Reid’s turn and I noticed that he attentively listened to the directions of the slide attendant.
He got started going down the hill at a good pace.
I followed behind admiring his safe driving.
Until he slowed down at the bottom of the hill…
…and I SLAMMED into him.
Somehow his brake-to-weight ratio allowed him to stop much more suddenly than my brake-to-weight ratio.
Oh, and I rear-ended him right in front of the observation deck where it caused quite a stir among the on-lookers…and allowed my Sis-in-law to get the whole thing photographed.
And that is how I ended up realizing that I would have had a safer trip down the Winter Park alpine slide if Reid had driven me.