Sledding has been mentioned a few times...having grown up in upstate NY, in the boondocks between Rochester & Buffalo, had my share of snow (hence the reason I moved to LA in '89). Two best hills in town had the requisite dangers necessary for true sledding nirvana...one was a cemetery, providing the headstone obstacle coarse; the other was a couple story severe drop with long runoff that ended in substantial creek...if you had a
really good run, it unfortunately meant a quick trip home before hypothermia set it...man, what a great time that was!
