Over the weekend I took a long drive to Mount Baker to sled. On the way, my brothers, Derek and Trevor, were whistling, talking, and making bathroom noises. We we got there, we noticed a big puddle of melted snow and went to the other side of the hill. Then Derek started off down the hill. He was going pretty good until he swiched directions. He was heading strait towards the puddle of snow. He splashed down into the water and came back up soaking. That was the end of sledding. Next we went and got our Christmas tree. I had a good weekend overall.