One of my fondest memories of growing up in Calgary is sledding The Gully across the street from my house. Of all the destinations I’ve visited, I’ve never found a valley that remotely compares to (in Jamie’s words): “that snow hill of death.”
Note: This is the same man who, when we visited a few years ago, brazenly said before launching off a jump, “I have a few days left on my health insurance so I may as well do this now.”
Basically, The Gully renders your senses obsolete.
It snowed two days before we arrived in Calgary and that was the only time it snowed during our entire trip. Shortly after we arrived, the kids and I headed to The Gully, bringing back a flood of my childhood memories.
From the trek.
To scoping out this blissful bowl.
To playtime.
Where I took one of my favorite new pictures of Bode.
Because those cheeks are so darn squeezable.
Quite predictably, Adventure Girl fearlessly careened down the hill while Bode took a more cautious, responsible approach. At one point, she started tearing down the hill, right in the path of Bode and me.
We threw ourselves out of the way and Bode unleashed a furious rant.
“HADLEY, YOU ALMOST KILLED US”….(pause for dramatic effect). “AND THEN YOU WOULD BE WITHOUT A BROTHER AND A MOMMY.”
At least someone in this family is the voice of reason on The Snow Hill of Death.
I'm a Canadian-born mom of two, former Denver Post columnist, family travel writer, editor of MileHighMamas.com and 9News contributor. Expert on all things Utah, Denver, family and travel. Lover of laughter and life. Happily married to a man obsessed with growing The Great Pumpkin. 