Walking the dog home from the park this evening, I noticed a picnic table moved in front of the sled jump the kids have made on the bluff.
Looking up the hill, two guys sitting there with their snowboards. I called up to them and asked if they jumped that table. “Yeah, we do,” they called down, and they both obliged me with the spectacle.
When you’re a snowboarder in the flatlands, you make your own fun.