We braved the Hatcher Pass sledding hill with a group of friends from Church. A long, fun sled hill, fraught with potholes and snow berms and an occasional rock or two. Only one bloody nose (Grayson), one black eye (Grayson), and two sore backs (me and Grayson) - no broken bones that we are aware of, so all in all we fared better than expected!
Brought my skis, but the sledding was fun enough to occupy us for the whole two hours of sunlight we had from the time the sun rose above the surrounding mountain peaks until it set again.
Jolene at the top of the hill. An Alaskan beauty surrounded by Alaska's beauty!
The A-frame and cabins below the sled hill look tiny from the top.
About as high as the sun would rise above the peaks. Not much time in the sun today, as it was up and back down quickly from our vantage point in the valley - but I still managed to get a sunburn on my Scotch-Irish face.
Independence Mine in the distance, as seen from the top of the sled hill.
Landon taking a breather as we climbed back up the hill. Lots of climbing today.
I had a handful of trips down the hill, but Landon and Grayson were relentless, climbing back up much faster than I could keep up with. Until Grayson hit the wrong berm at full speed at the bottom towards the end of the trip, did a flew back flips in what we decided was the most acrobatic sledding showcase of the day, and ended up battered and bruised. Luckily, Miss Amber was nearby in the ambulance RV and patched him up with some hot chocolate and a hot dog. (He had forgotten about the bleeding nose and bruises by the time he had finished the hot dog.)
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