A couple of weeks ago we scrounged us up a tubing hill near our house and had a little fun. I will admit though, that I was a chicken and only watched. In January of 1993, I went tubing with the youth in our ward, and broke my foot! I was in a cast for 8 weeks and on crutches for 2 more. My sense of adventure died that cold, icy day on the hill at Flat Iron Mesa Park.

I have been a wussy ever since.

I love these mountains!