As I was sliding down the hill, I had to question the wisdom of taking the trail my 12-year-old, Tom, wanted to take. I figured that because I was with my dad, it would be OK. But my dear 71-years-young father was way ahead of me and wasn't looking back. I had lost sight of him. Tom was behind me exclaiming that this was the best day of his life. For a minute I panicked. We … [Read more...]