Screaming down the hill, flying up over the smallest bumps, spinning around out of control, then crashing into the hay bales at the bottom that keep you from going into the lake. If you haven’t sledded on Art Hill, you haven’t experienced St. Louis at her most glorious.
It isn’t so easy to find the perfect day for sledding here, for it is not cold and snowy very often, so take advantage of this glorious sunny, cold day and drive carefully over to Art Hill. We went early in the morning today, along with the littlest kids nestled in saucers with their parents. But there was plenty of evidence of last night’s glory. I gently freed a pair of glasses from the parking lot crud and hung them from a tree. I moved two beer bottles out of our parking spot.
From an earlier trip to St. Louis I knew about the sledding, the lake, and the challenge of staying out of the lake. I did not know that at the top of the hill there were two bonfires, just smoldering now, but likely to flame up for the afternoon and evening crowds, if the size of the logs just added is any indication.
We debated sitting or lying on our elongated saucers, went for sitting at first and sped down the hill, flailing arms and feet into the smooth snow. Nothing would slow us, nothing would stop us until we hit bottom and planted a firm foot braking against the hay bales.
Hurry! Get on over to Art Hill and speed down the slope. It isn’t as gentle as it looks!