When a lonely sled is left out in the yard and the snow starts falling faster and faster, burying it from sight and possibly causing it disappear forever, there is only one thing to do. At Noah's insistence, the great sled rescue had to happen as soon as we returned home from church on an extra snowy Sunday.
Two fearless brothers bundled up (while still in their church clothes) and rode down the hill together, then made the long trek back up to the house, two sleds and a pup trailing behind.
Victorious!
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