On Sledding

I may have mentioned that I'm a little nuts about snow.  Well personally sledding is one helluva good time on snow.  For the last couple of years a group of my friends and I have rented a ski cabin in the Poconos.  The first year - the cabin was crazy small but decently close to a small sledding hill (read re-purposed ski home trail).  We would go out at night and sled til like 11pm.  Of course - the people in the cabin at the bottom of the sledding hill would come out and yell for us to stop.  But boy was it a blast.

Last year, the cabin, while bigger, was a bit of a hike to the sledding hill.  Not to mention the fact that the dismal east coast snow year prevented most sledding.  So we (mostly me) had the brilliant idea to go sledding down the ski slope after it closed.  I'm not talking one of those nice sleds with runners or even a toboggan.   The concept was to slide down on a thin piece of plastic.  First mistake.  Second mistake - I honestly have no clue how we planned to stop since the green trail we were on ran directly into a blue...  Third mistake - this was March... the east coast snow which had been nice and slushy during the day was a frozen solid crystalline mess by 9 pm.  Clearly this did not end well.  We made it about 100 ft before the sled flipped and we decided to use my face to stop.  Not my best idea but - hey I really like to sled.

Enter this year.  Well damnit sledding we got the ultimate revenge.  Upon lots of discussions on the cost of renting cabins for the season, etc. my boyfriend bought a ski cabin.  And wouldn't you know it - its the cabin at the bottom of that sledding hill.  Now thats what I call sledding karma!

-Later