Saturday we went to the track and waited, and waited, and waited and waited for Colby to race. It was fun though and we got great seats indoors so that we didn't freeze all day.


Here my little brother is riding onto the track with his mechanic to get ready to race. I would get so nervous for him! I know this is important to him and so I wanted him to do well, but mostly I was super paranoid about him getting hurt.
The track was overlooking the lake and it was gorgeous. All of this snow was man made.
Here my little brother is riding onto the track with his mechanic to get ready to race. I would get so nervous for him! I know this is important to him and so I wanted him to do well, but mostly I was super paranoid about him getting hurt.
The starting line
Here's colby coming over the finish line on his last race. I'm really so proud of him. I know that so many little kids say they want to be astronauts, doctors, firefighters... or snowmobile racers. I also know that it's so rare for them to go for their dreams. Colby always knew what he wanted to do and has really fought to accomplish it. I love you Colby, don't forget about me when you are famous. I couldn't end this post without giving props to my parents... who beat us time and time again at Spades. They are by far the most ungracious winners I have ever seen. They insisted on calling us "losers" the whole trip. My Dad, who is the worst singer ever, even wrote his own little jingle about it. Jerks. Just wait until Christmas guys, you're smoked. I'll leave you with a picture of my Mom on the ride home. What a crack up. I love you guys so much and Landon and I really had such a great time hanging out with you. "Shootin' the moon are ya?!"






