Feeling like a kid again

We spent yesterday morning out on the sledge slopes of Klewenalp with fantastic friends. We had the 9 km run almost entirely to ourselves due to iffy weather conditions. As was bound to happen, our really mature tendencies dominated as we raced to the bottom in full contact sledding. At one point, Joe was leading, with myself in hot pursuit, when Andre came up out of nowhere. He said "I'm not going to hurt you," which in my estimation basically means, "I might or might not be a creepy man hanging out in the park, trying to lure you into my van with candies." So, of course, Joe & Andre engaged in some sledding battle which concluded in both of them wiping out, one to the right, one to the left while I scooted right through the center, unscathed. Towards the end of the 9k, the run ends into a sparsely used road. Here there is a sign that states in German, "sledgers stay to the right." The right side of the road remained uncleared, and we sledged down the rest of the way in a slushy, dirty mess of what can barely be considered snow, while doing our best to avoid running our sledges onto the road & into oncoming traffic. Seriously, only in Switzerland.