BreAnna and I earned the label “crazy,” from Jade’s father when we voluntarily invited her on an outing. This is the record of our Return Journey to Snow Playground.
Surprise Attack!
According to Budapest, it’s “City Park,” but on this day we’d been graced with snow, and it was still swooping down to latch onto eyelashes and winter clothes. The previous trip (snow-less) gave me a good idea of the park layout, so we didn’t worry about stumbling about directionless. As we set out, the sneaky duo of kids I was attempting to guide to the park decided I was the best target in the immediate area. At BreAnna’s encouragement, coordinated fighter snowballs began sweeping in from both sides. I ducked and dodged, swooping towards Jade, away from BreAnna, only to have a clump of snow nestle right inside the collar of my jacket. I took some damage and learned a new Snow-Down-the-Back contortionist position. Thankfully, we approached the street, and concentration shifted from bombarding me to reaching the park on the opposite side.
After crossing the street, the amount of available snow to pummel me with increased. Here we go again, only this time, I had room to run. Luckily, Jade discovered that BreAnna was just as funny to attack, resulting in a three-way snowball fight. Somehow, I was still the main target, so I was able to direct the snowball-the-leader chase game towards the playground. We wove through trees. Skidded by a fence. Dashed by the group of elderly men chortling at our antics. Slid through the gate which provided entrance to the playground. And finally, we crashed onto the play equipment, ready for the zip line.
Jade Ziplining!
Jade and I took a few turns swinging down the line, whipping through the snowfall, and adding more sparkles to our winter coats. The falling snowflakes were impressive, and if I wasn’t so worried about my camera getting damp, I would have attempted more photos. These massive flakes descended as though they ruled the world and swooshed dramatically when touched by miniscule drafts.
Jade Ziplining Some More
Following several flights down the zipline, Jade decided to settle herself into the basket swing. BreAnna was willing to pilot the craft, so I had the opportunity to take photographs.
Jade in a Basket!
Our next stop was a second playground which had a hill with a flattened top. About ½ of the hill had a rough texture which allowed for ascension by tiny hands and feet, and you couldn’t slide down it. The other half involved a gradual slope and the back of the zenith had a fence that ran down the gradual slope portions. We didn’t have sleds with us, but the snow eliminated the no-sliding issue on the steep slope, allowing us a wonderful snow-sledding experience sans sleds. Then, I had a brilliant (aka stupid) idea to try the slide that is at the zenith and curves then drops down to the sandy bottom. This slide is fairly steep itself, and with the addition of snow, there was probably zero traction. I went from top to bottom to flying through the air. Seriously, we’re talking “lift-off,” completely launching off the edge of the slide. Considering the edge of the slide was only an inch or two from the ground, I landed pretty quickly in a combination of snow/sand, so I wasn’t injured, just a bit stunned.
I regained my senses quick enough to swing myself around to crouch before the end of the slide just as Jade came swooping down. I’m glad I was there, because she flew as well, boots first, into my stomach. “Oooof!” It didn’t hurt because she doesn’t weight that much, I didn’t fall back far, I had a cushioned winter jacket on, and I knew to let the air out of my lungs on impact. Even though it was fun, it was a one time thing for Jade. I, on the other hand, decided there would need to be a video.
If you want to know what I’m saying in the video, please click on the Title to view the original on YouTube and read the video’s description.
After the creation of the video, BreAnna’s hands were stinging, so to prevent frostbite, we had to head back to Jade’s house for some hot tea and a chance to shake sand and snow from our clothes.
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