First Person Sledding

Because I think you want yet another sledding video, even if you didn’t say so out loud. This is us going down the hill in our front yard. We spend most of it going backwards. This makes the trees in the yard a refreshing surprise!

Hope you’re having a good day wherever you are.

35 Comments on “First Person Sledding”

  1. changterhune – Before you hear lies from Chang Terhune himself, we thought we’d tell you the truth: without us, his old action figures, he’d be nowhere. He loved science fiction from way back and began reading it at an early age, but it was through us that he acted it all out. That’s what led to the writing. He watched a lot of science fiction shows like Star Trek, U.F.O, and movies, too. But we were always there to do his bidding. And it’s like they say: you always forget about the little people on your way up. Oh, the 70’s and early 80’s with him were good times! He’d use these blocks and make all the crazy buildings for us to be in his stories. I gotta say the kid’s imagination was pretty damn fertile. Oh, he had friends, but they just weren’t into it like him. He was like the Lance Armstrong of action figures. And of science fiction. At first, when he began writing in the eighth grade, we didn’t mind. He still made time for us. And we knew that when he was holding us in his sweaty little hands and he got that far off look in his eye, he’d come back to burying us in the back yard or - god forbid! – blowing us up with firecrackers. But it was worth it for a part in one of those stories. We loved him for it. He kept us around even when we were minus a leg or two - or even a head. In that mind of his, he found a use for all of us. Then he discovered girls. October, 1986. It was like the end of the world. One day we’re standing in the middle of this building block creation he’d pretended was some marble city on a planet near Alpha Centauri and the next we were stuck in a box in the closet. Not even a “See ya later!” Nope, it was into the closet, then we heard some high-pitched girly-giggles then silence. We didn’t see him for years. We got word about him once in a while. Heard he took up writing, but it was crap like “The Breakfast Club” only with better music. We couldn’t believe it. Not Charlie. What happened to those aliens with heads he’d sculpted out of wax? Spaceships? Those complex plots? All gone. For what? You guessed it: Girls. Emotions. “Serious fiction.” I tell you, it was like hearing Elvis had left the building. During our two decade exile in the closet, we heard other things about him. He went to college. He wrote a lot, but not much he really liked. We knew it even then. It was like he didn’t dare write science fiction. Some of us had lost hope and just lay there. Others kept vigil, hoping for a day we didn’t dare speak about. Then we heard he’d stopped writing in 1996. Did he come to reclaim us? No. He took up music for ten years or so. He took up yoga. Once in a while, he’d visit us in the closet. But it was half-hearted. His mind was elsewhere. Then one day, he really did come back for us. One second we’re in the dark and the next thing we know we’re in a car headed for Massachusetts. Suddenly we got a whole shelf to ourselves out in broad daylight! Then he bought a bunch of others form some planet called Ebay. He’d just sit and stare at us with that old look. But why were we suddenly back in the picture? He had a wife now, who didn’t mind that he played with us. So what had happened? Turns out he’d never forgotten about those stories. He’d been thinking about all of us and the stories he’d made up and then remembered he’d been a writer once. From the shelf we could see him typing away. Before long he’s got a whole novel together! Then he’s working on another one. Word is there are two more in the planning stages! Some short stories, too! It’s good to see him using his imagination again. Its good to know he never abandoned us. He returned to his true love of science fiction. We hear the stories are pretty good. Someday we’ll get one of the cats to score us a copy of the manuscript. Man, it’s good to be out of the damn closet! --- I'm smarter than you I'm harder than you I'm better than you I'm just raw I'm hotter than you More popular than you More clever than you And goshdarn it, people like me I'm smarter than you I'm harder than you I'm better than you I'm just raw I'm hotter than you More popular than you More clever than you And goshdarn it, people like me
    Chang with Doppler Radar 6,000,000

    Awesome! Possibly the best thing is Daisy trotting alongside you happy as can be. Wonderful!

  2. changterhune – Before you hear lies from Chang Terhune himself, we thought we’d tell you the truth: without us, his old action figures, he’d be nowhere. He loved science fiction from way back and began reading it at an early age, but it was through us that he acted it all out. That’s what led to the writing. He watched a lot of science fiction shows like Star Trek, U.F.O, and movies, too. But we were always there to do his bidding. And it’s like they say: you always forget about the little people on your way up. Oh, the 70’s and early 80’s with him were good times! He’d use these blocks and make all the crazy buildings for us to be in his stories. I gotta say the kid’s imagination was pretty damn fertile. Oh, he had friends, but they just weren’t into it like him. He was like the Lance Armstrong of action figures. And of science fiction. At first, when he began writing in the eighth grade, we didn’t mind. He still made time for us. And we knew that when he was holding us in his sweaty little hands and he got that far off look in his eye, he’d come back to burying us in the back yard or - god forbid! – blowing us up with firecrackers. But it was worth it for a part in one of those stories. We loved him for it. He kept us around even when we were minus a leg or two - or even a head. In that mind of his, he found a use for all of us. Then he discovered girls. October, 1986. It was like the end of the world. One day we’re standing in the middle of this building block creation he’d pretended was some marble city on a planet near Alpha Centauri and the next we were stuck in a box in the closet. Not even a “See ya later!” Nope, it was into the closet, then we heard some high-pitched girly-giggles then silence. We didn’t see him for years. We got word about him once in a while. Heard he took up writing, but it was crap like “The Breakfast Club” only with better music. We couldn’t believe it. Not Charlie. What happened to those aliens with heads he’d sculpted out of wax? Spaceships? Those complex plots? All gone. For what? You guessed it: Girls. Emotions. “Serious fiction.” I tell you, it was like hearing Elvis had left the building. During our two decade exile in the closet, we heard other things about him. He went to college. He wrote a lot, but not much he really liked. We knew it even then. It was like he didn’t dare write science fiction. Some of us had lost hope and just lay there. Others kept vigil, hoping for a day we didn’t dare speak about. Then we heard he’d stopped writing in 1996. Did he come to reclaim us? No. He took up music for ten years or so. He took up yoga. Once in a while, he’d visit us in the closet. But it was half-hearted. His mind was elsewhere. Then one day, he really did come back for us. One second we’re in the dark and the next thing we know we’re in a car headed for Massachusetts. Suddenly we got a whole shelf to ourselves out in broad daylight! Then he bought a bunch of others form some planet called Ebay. He’d just sit and stare at us with that old look. But why were we suddenly back in the picture? He had a wife now, who didn’t mind that he played with us. So what had happened? Turns out he’d never forgotten about those stories. He’d been thinking about all of us and the stories he’d made up and then remembered he’d been a writer once. From the shelf we could see him typing away. Before long he’s got a whole novel together! Then he’s working on another one. Word is there are two more in the planning stages! Some short stories, too! It’s good to see him using his imagination again. Its good to know he never abandoned us. He returned to his true love of science fiction. We hear the stories are pretty good. Someday we’ll get one of the cats to score us a copy of the manuscript. Man, it’s good to be out of the damn closet! --- I'm smarter than you I'm harder than you I'm better than you I'm just raw I'm hotter than you More popular than you More clever than you And goshdarn it, people like me I'm smarter than you I'm harder than you I'm better than you I'm just raw I'm hotter than you More popular than you More clever than you And goshdarn it, people like me
    Chang with Doppler Radar 6,000,000

    I agree with Max @ #3. I am also having a good day. Thanks!

  3. John P. Murphy – I'm an engineer and writer living in New England. My research background is in robotics and computer security; my writing is primarily science fiction and mystery.
    John P. Murphy

    That looked like a lot of fun. Much better than being in the office… Maybe I’ll turn the heat off and watch it full-screen :)

  4. amandageddon – She is a slacker of the highest order, a geek of not so much, went back to school to become an even bigger geek and possibly get paid for it. She loves it when a plan comes together.
    Amanda

    Not so much, but thanks for asking! I wish I could be out sledding with a dog right now!

  5. Having an AWESOME day where I am, thank you very much. Went out this morning and got a new (to us) snowmobile, and a new doggie! Big, powerful fast snowmobile and slightly small gorgeous chocolate lab who’s just as sweet as can be.

    YAY!

  6. It’s funny that the same storm that brought you all that ice gave us, in Northern Kentucky, rain and then high winds. The snow we had melted and then evaporated. Have fun.

  7. Pretty much dug out here in SNOWPOCALYPSE 2011 Chicago edition. A tad cool today.

    If you are interested in making a forward facing descent while sledding, you might try getting more horizontal on the sled instead of sitting up or, if feasible, move Athena closer to the front of the sled. I’d bet in this video the front half of the sled isn’t running on the ice at all. The idea is to move your combined center of gravity closer to the center of the sled.

    Plastic was not as ubiquitous when I was growing up; we had wooden sleds with metal runners (with a “steering” arm!!), Flexible Flyers. If you ended up backwards on one of those beasts you were ‘departing stable flight’ and about to have a very ‘Calvin & Hobbes’ crash. The other problem with skinny metal rails was you’d only get about 3 days a season where it was icy enough to actually sled.

    Happy sledding!

  8. Good to see the dog has settled into her duties. The shadow of the wagging tail makes the video for me.

  9. Dude, thanks for triggering a rush of childhood memories last night and today, Seoul time. That was me back in the late 1970s at the Cataraqui Golf & Country Club, Kingston, Ontario. It would have been better with a dog, though.

  10. My favorite part was the *crunch* *crunch* *crunch* of the ice as you went along. Holy cow, even though all your other posts/tweets/vids mentioned the ice — and even showed it — that really hit home! But yeah, like the others have said, it was actually a really fun (and funny) video and I watched it a couple of times.

  11. Very cool. The snow can be a real pain, but why not make the most of it when it’s not going anywhere, eh? If you can’t beat ’em – buy a sledge!

  12. Reminds me of the time my sister and I (college-aged) both crammed onto a Snow Wing (remember those?) and went down a much bigger and steeper hill at a MetroPark (at least 45 degrees and 1000 yards – here in NE Ohio it’s much less flat than in the west), most of the way backwards, laughing till we cried – still one of our fondest memories. Glad you’re able to get some fun from such an awful ice storm – they are the worst Ohio weather short of a full-on tornado, IMO.

  13. I just love your daughter’s voice. “‘Kay. ‘Kay. Wait, wait, wait! Hold on….” “Aahh, puppy!

    spirit03, I just remembered how my uncle pulled me out of the path of a speeding wooden sled with very scary metal runners. I was so little, and I remember being mesmerized by the sight of it rushing toward me. Luckily my uncle was able to analyze the implications and save me.

    My wrists used to get so raw from the snow and cold. Mittens never stayed up; there was always a gap between mittens and snowsuit.

  14. Dear Ghu be careful. When I was a student at U. Kans., we had a professor who basically destroyed his life sledding when he it a tree near Potter’s Pond. Head injury, he recovered for some value of recovery but not going back to anything near like a real life for a professor.

    For people who think Kansas is Flat, eastern Kansas has lots of mad hills. Like the Flint Hills. and all the Hills and bluffs that happen as you’re going down to the Kansas and Missouri rivers in either state.

    I had a brain fart one day as a student and turned my bicycle down 13th St. i spent a half hour going back up and gathering all the crap that fell off the bike/out of my backpack as I bolted down the hill with 0 control.

  15. Seeing Daisy run with the sled reminded me of a snowfall many years ago in Dalton, Georgia. It had snowed all afternoon and evening. When my husband took our Sheperd/husky mix out for her last walk of the night, he came right back in to get me.

    What I came out to was a magical winter wonderland all sparkly with fresh snow well over a foot deep. We lived at the base of a very large hill and a previous tenant had kindly left us an aluminum saucer in the garage. It was clear no one had been down the street all night.

    So the three of us trekked up the hill and slid back down, us hollering and Susie barking as she chased the flying saucer. Nothing like a run down virgin snow! By the third run many of the neighbors were on their front porches to see what was going on. Several joined us along with their kids and dogs!

    It was a magical experience that night.

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