Day 2 in Salt Lake was spent tubing. We drove up to Solider Hollow where the Olympic cross country skiing was and decided to try our luck again at the sport of downhill tubing. I recall last time we went was in Denver and I don't think my arms ever recovered from being yanked on when the tow rope stopped. This was much more enjoyable. They just hook you on and you are on your way. It was an absolutely beautiful day. We practically had the place to ourselves. We enjoyed the music, the sun and wind on our faces and a delicious picnic lunch. Then we headed into town for the Grizzly hockey game. I only managed to get a couple pictures of the hockey game. I am not sure why maybe the $2 beers had something to do with it;)
Mom recovering on the way up after an adventuresome ride down with her daughter.
Grandma Diane was screaming bloody murder the whole way down. Somehow she always ended up going down backwards. Not sure how I captured this photo as I was laughing hysterically.
Grandma Diane and I were in the lane next to these guys going down. I think they might have beat us by a hair.
A few from the top. Grandpa Dave and Dawson heading down together.
Dayton decided he needs to eat a few more vegetables because he didn't quite get the speed going down the hill that Grandpa Dave did.
