Walking around the block

Hello all,

Just a word of advice: Always know how steep a hill is before you start to walk up it with two kids in a wagon. I know. It may sound simple. How could anyone start on a walk without knowing how steep a hill is? Simple: I had never been in that part of my neighborhood.

As Jennifer and I turned to the West off of 78th street, the road started to gently descend. It was not until we rounded the corner did we see the canyon we were about to descend into. I was bracing the wagon's handel against my leg to keep it from rolling onto my legs as we continued our decent. At this point, we should have turned back. How steep could it be, really?

I don't know how many feet below 78th street we were, but I can safely say I am glad I don't live down here. In the winter, you would need a wench to get my car up either of these hills. The hill is so steep, homeowners have terraced their yards to allow "flat" strips of grass to grow. I think a herd of goats could be employed to keep the grass clipped short. Anyway, I digress.

As Jennifer and I stood at the bottom of the hill looking upwards, I thought the hill would kill me. I'm pulling Ali and Zac. It looks like a vertical climb and I'm almost out of gas. Step by step the caravan of Scotts made its way to the top of this very steep hill. Upon reaching the top, both Jennifer and I were very winded. We had made it.

What a night.

-Andy