We went sledding down suicide hill last year and it was fun, but I think this year we actually got to experience it in its fullest. By that I mean a full understanding as to why its called suicide hill. It is dangerous. Fun yes! But very dangerous. The bottom of the hill is full of obstacles: trees, telephone polls, picnic tables, people, and lets not forget about... the street.
Here are just a couple of shots of some sleds that didn't quite cut the mustard. I decided not to photograph some of the blood-colored snow stains that we saw.
There has been snow on the ground since Christmas Eve. We went Christmas Day but we only stayed about 20 minutes because we were not prepared for how cold it actually was. So we bundled up and went 2 days later. It was overly crowded so we didn't get to go down as much as we would have liked, but we still had fun.
We went again today, 8 days after the first snow, allowing the hill to get fully packed down and slick enough to reach the fastest speeds yet.
Here is Collin and I's first run of the day.
Here is one of Collin going down by himself and nearly, NEARLY sliding right into the street. You'll notice at the end, he was unfazed by this. Please, no comments about me being a bad father and letting this happen.
This last video does nothing but prove that Collin and I had the fastest sled there. If you pay close attention (I know, it's hard because of all the shaking) you can see us passing several people AND see the looks on their faces.
Fun dangerous times!
3 comments:
My two major memories from Suicide Hill:
1. This is where Steve almost accidentally killed 8 week old Baylor. On our way up the hill he slipped and his feet came out from underneath him and he landed on Baylor with all 200 pounds of his body weight. As we left the animal hospital he tried to comfort me with the words, "Just remember, if she doesn't survive, she had a very good two weeks with us."
2. Steve had a brand new red flyer full-sized sled we took to Suicide Hill. I think the railroad tracks have since been removed, but on his first run down the hill he ran right into the tracks and bent the runners on his sled. It has never been the same since.
Seeing how close you can get to the road is part of the fun of sledding on Suicide Hill. Let me know the next your going. I have the will and a sled.
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