First, let me set the stage.
It’s 8am. Ad and I are in a hotel in Wichita, snuggled up under the blankets. It snowed last night, hard, and there is a good 5 or 6 inches on the ground. And it’s cold out there. Maybe 15 degrees, with a bitter wind blowing and ice encrusting every surface.
I’m so lucky my Guys indulge me.
Out of bed we climb, with nary a grumble from Ad, and out into the wintery, empty world to find a park to do some clandestine rope bondage. Nothing serious, just playful silliness. I know what I have in mind, and after driving around on un-salted, unplowed roads for about a half hour, I point it out excitedly: a park with a large, open expanse and towering pine trees.
Because, you know, December equals Christmas tree hunting!
Or at least it did when I was a kid. We didn’t get our tree from the parking lot of a local grocery store, or off the corner lot being sold by the Boy Scouts, and not even from a Christmas tree farm. Oh no, we hunted our tree, out in the wild woods, axe in hand. And drug it out through the snow and woods by hand.
But first: snow angel!
Unfortunately I lost the images of me kneeling at the foot of the angel, praying with my hands tied. It was such a cute Rope on the Run! Oh well, we managed a couple others that I did survive the migration to a new phone:
And that, my friends, concludes this year’s Rope on the Run Calendar Game! It was a whole lot of fun, just like the Alphabet Challenge. Which, now that I mention it, I still have a couple letters left to post on! (I’ll get right on that.)
Oh, and we’re working hard on a new theme for this year – we’ll debut it soon!