Once everyone arrived, we ventured off to the giant slides built on the sides of hills. We saw five or six, but there must have been twice that many. The slides were pretty big and I looked around and saw lots of younger kids going down with their parents, so I wasn't sure if Jake would want me to go with him or not. He raced up the side of the hill, and I followed. As we got the top I asked if he wanted me to go down with him, but I couldn't get the question out before he jumped onto the slide and was halfway down already. He climbed right back up the hill and went down a taller one the next time. Then, he climbed up again, and jumped onto one that had a sharp turn about halfway down. He'd thrown himself onto it with enough force that he wasn't able to control the turn and ended up doing some dramatic tumbles down the slide. He was a bit shaken up, but I thought it'd be best to get right back up and try another one. "Ready for the next slide, Jake?" "No Slide. Jake pretty scared."
We rounded out the morning with a great hayride (they really put all other hayrides to shame) and a picnic lunch. Good times.
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