Growing up in the northeast sledding was a common winter activity. We would sled after school and on weekends often coming home with our cheeks rosey and our fingers and toes numb from the cold. The weather was different then. It seemed – better.
While recently in Le Massif in the Charlevoix region of Quebec I was offered the opportunity to go on a luge ride. My mind immediately jumped to visions of Olympic lugers sliding down a massive a refrigerated high banked course of ice and snow. The run would be over in a fast minute I thought and I would shake from the experience.