Hose Coil Vault

Past the deck steps, a massive dark green garden hose was coiled in thick, ridged rings! The ultimate hurdles. I took off in a full sprint down the cedar planks. One stride, two strides—leap! I grabbed the tough rubber rim of the highest loop, swinging my weight upward with pure momentum. My boots skated over the ribbed exterior, searching for friction. Creak! The heavy coil shifted beneath me, rolling an inch against the house siding. I dropped into an ultra-low crouch, arms spread wide, locking my knees until the giant circle stopped shuddering. Balanced right on the summit!