We just had our first snow in Denver yesterday. Seeing the snow reminded me of my sledding escapades as a youngster. During the winter we would go to my Uncle Melvin’s and Aunt Gertrude’s farm for our winter games. Unlike the farm I grew up on just a few miles away, my Uncle’s farm did not have a flat place on it any where, hence the name Edge Wise Acres. While it was difficult to farm it was the perfect sledding venue.
Myself, my bother Mark and our cousins would build sled runs down the long slopping hill sides. Our sled runs, which looked more like a luge run at the Olympics, with its twisting and banked turns would take days to build. We took our sledding very seriously. With the sled runs completed we were now ready to try and kill ourselves.
We did not have the professional luge sleds you would see at the Olympics so, being innovators, we made toboggans out of old tin roofing. The roofing was corrugated tin, which we thought would help us guide our home made toboggans skillfully down the hill. Once we acquired the roofing tins, by varies and sometimes dubious means, we would then turn up one end to allow the ten foot piece of tin to slide on the snow. Once our instruments of death were constructed, we headed toward our newly completed sled runs.
At the top of a sled run we would seat 4 kids on our newly fabricated toboggans and away we would go down the hill. Leaning from side to side, navigating our luge turns at what seemed to be breakneck speeds.
As the day progressed, we would be called in by my Aunt Gertrude for a break and a chance to dry our outer garments. Of course my Aunt would always have HOT CHOCOLATE and COOKIES to warm us up and rejuvenate us for the next round of sledding.. Looking back on those days, I think the cookies and the hot chocolate was the best part of sledding on Edge Wise Acres
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