Went to Garmisch Germany with my friend Roz and her 3 children. We had tons and tons of snow which made for incredible skiing. The pictures are of a gorge where the waterfalls are frozen solid. Fun to touch a waterfall frozen in time! The other friends in the photo are Beth Passy and her daughter Anna. Sadly, Beth has a disease called 'Hiver Slidetosis', thus she spent lots of time trying not to fall flat on her bum, but she did anyway (picture).
My title: Suicide Sledding. I have no pictures, but try to imagine. I went with Beth, Anna, and Sarah (another daughter of Beth's). We rented 2 German sleds and I had Sarah as my sledding partner(I was steering in the front). We rode the chairlift to the top and found the toboggan run.
We had no clue how to steer the sleds and since we had 2 to a sled, it made it even more difficult. It took us a full HOUR to sled down. There is a lighted path because it is NIGHT sledding! At points there were some huge bumps that we would hit, fly to the next at torpedo speeds, slamming bodies and crashing. We laughed and laughed but in the pit of your stomach you are scared to death.
We barely survived our trip down the mountain, and to my utter amazement, Beth was all gung-ho to do it again. So up the gondola we go again, only this time we KNOW we are crazy and that we are literally taking our lives in our hands! It it seriously dangerous!
The second time we were a little better at steering. You use your legs to steer and to stop! Still, there were moments I was sure we would be killed or maimed for life. One crash we tumbled head over heels with the sled flying everywhere, finally the sled landing on top of my legs with Sarah on top of the sled! Beth and Anna said they couldn't steer clear of a girl in the path so Anna reached forward and plopped the girl on the front of their sled as they continued to fly down the mountain!
Can you even comprehend an hour of straight sledding? Down a bonafide ski mountain? (we did travel though the forest in a toboggan trail, built up on either side with snow, so we weren't on the actual ski slopes, but still many times just as steep). At night so that sometimes all you could see was a light up ahead in the distance and you just prayed that you were on the path? And bumps in the trail that sent you LITERALLY flying? And other people sledding and flying so if you crashed you had to quickly recover and get out of the way or be crashed into?
I think it was Sarah that said, "this should be considered an extreme sport." I did ask the guy we rented our sleds from, "has anyone ever been killed before?" "Maybe 10 years ago or so." That should have been my clue!
I have some doozy bruises on my legs for proof, but no pictures of the sledding course. Still it wouldn't do it justice.
Would I do it again? I'm pretty sure I would. Yes, I'm sure I would.
Thanks Roz for a great time, and thanks to Deb for Yoga classes after skiing to stretch out really sore muscles, and thanks Passy's for being daring and adventurous friends!