Shark music.

Do you ever have a moment in your life that fits perfectly with nearly all of the suspenseful soundtracks made for that creepy movie you don't want to see again? Well, as Josh and I made our way to the top of a very steep hill, I kept hearing the high pitched violin music that comes on right before someone dies. After breaking four bones throughout my short life, I have come to familiarize myself with said feeling of suspense.
During our month off between Fall and Spring semesters we spent a lot of quality time with our families, doing worthwhile things. But for some reason, I kept having an itch to do something adrenaline pumping. Unfortunately, it wasn't until the weekend before school started that I finally was able to scratch that itch. Josh and I went to Sports Authority and bought a two person sledding tube with a weight limit of 250 lbs. We asked the sales person if it would pop with both of us on it, and she said if the thing popped, we would get a full refund. I think that was the selling point for Josh, because secretly, I think he was hoping for some tube-popping jumps. I was sold on the purchase the moment I realized there was a ferocious Yeti cartoon depicted on the front of our tube;)
We drove quite a way up Cedar Mountain before stopping at the coveted playground hill. And it was not until we began the long, but thrillingly fast descent down that we understood why the weight limit on our Yeti was meant to be so low. With our weight distributed unevenly, we always wound up going down backwards...which was, for the most part, all the more thrilling. At one point, we got going so fast that Josh had to plant his arms firmly into the already packed snow to keep us from running into a telephone pole.
The peak of our tubing experience came when we went as far up the hill as we dared go. Looking down from our precipice, I could hear the suspenseful shark music egging us on. We went faster than Chevy Chase on his Christmas vacation. That is, until we came to the 8 ft snow drift blocking us from flying into the road, jumped it, and came to a halt only when we reached the other side of the road. Miraculously, both of us landed on the tube (which didn't pop!) and managed to sustain no serious injuries. Yeah! The best part was that when a man from a pavilion witnessed the jump, he stood and cheered for us. And it was like our Yeti and us were the stars in a movie about tubing.