Loop de Loop

Spotted a curved strip of stiff cardboard propped against a stack of thick books by the rug. Way too tempting. I hit the ground running, dropped my weight low, and carved straight up the bend. Caught some sweet air off the crest—only to crash face-first right into a squishy pile of knit socks on the other side. Rolled back up, shook out the fuzz, and flashed a grin. Not a total wipeout if you stick the landing eventually. That cardboard ramp is officially staying in rotation.