When we lived on the Cox Ranch, north of Mullen, we had some horrific winters. We also had some great hills for sledding right behind our corrals. Even though we used horses a lot, we were also fortunate that Marvin was a snowmobile dealer. We had a hay wagon that would attach to the snowmobile, and that was sometimes the only way to feed during the snowy winters.
What do big Nebraska Sandhills and snowmobiles have to do with sledding with ease? Remember the three older boys, Donnie, Jamie and David? Well, they loved to drive the snowmobiles, and I loved to sled down those long, big hills. I had the best red disc sled. Well, once I got to the bottom of the hills, they would zoom down, pick me up on the snowmobile and drop me at the top of the hill again! Boy was I spoiled! But I loved it, and I loved those big hills!
Several years back, my dad and I went back for the Ranch's 101st anniversary. I often wondered if those hills were really as big as I remembered. And they were. They looked just as big to me in my adult life as they did when I was just a little tike on the ranch.
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