The night
was bitter cold, bone jarring, teeth chattering cold, and we were rearing to
get out in the frigid night air. The icy temperatures were just what the doctor
ordered because it would make the run down the hill that much faster, and that
much more dangerous. In retrospect, I am amazed that our parents even let us
out of the house that night, but this sledding party had been planned for a
long time, and since it was a our church sponsoring and chaperoning it, they
gave it their blessing, and so, out the door we went.
Unless you
have experienced night sledding on moonlight lit roads deep in the mountains,
then you have not really experienced sledding. We were not only going to be
treated to some of the best sledding that we had ever experienced, we were also
going to have a bon fire, hot dogs
roasted on sticks over the fire, homemade chili, and lots of hot cocoa
to warm our frozen inwards when we got down to the bottom of the run. Oh, by
the way, our destination for those of you who may be acquainted with the area
was the awesome King’s Pass.
King’s Pass offered a series of switch backs
that ranged from some that were perfect for those less daring and adventurous,
to some that only the seriously mentally deranged would tackle, especially on
the conditions that existed that night.
An ice skating rink could not possibly be more treacherous under foot
than King’s Pass was on that night. It was so slick that attempting to walk up
while pulling our sleds behind us was a risky venture at best. As a matter of
fact, if had to walk up each tome that we made a run, the night would probably
have ended much sooner. Fortunately, one of the local Murray residents came by
with his truck, and since he knew most of us. He volunteered to let us hook on
the back of his truck while he pulled us up to the highest starting spot that
we were going to launch from.
After three
runs down the hill, I was suddenly hit with that inner shaking and chill that
hurts from the top of the head to the soles of the feet. We call that sensation
that we get from eat ice cream too quickly “brain Freeze”. I had whole body
freeze. No amounts of piping hot chili, cocoa, or coffee deadened the pain of the
whole body freeze. One member of my body that did not seem to be hurting was my
right foot. I took my boot off because it was so noticeable that my foot did
not share in the pain parade that the rest of his members were feeling. Taking
off my boot, I was astonished to see that my foot was a white color, and it was
completely numb by now.
By now I
was more than done with King’s Pass, sledding, cocoa, and friends. I just
wanted the evening to end and to go home to a warm house and bed. Finally, the
night ended, and we loaded up and drove over Dobson Pass and arrived safely
back in Wallace. By now, the only away that I could walk was with a pronounced
limp.
My parents
were already in bed by the time that I got home. My mother did call out to me
as I hobbled up the stairs and inquired it we had a good time. I told her that
we had a great time. After all, there is nothing more fun than the camaraderie
of peers all laughing, talking, and boasting about how we were not afraid of
those deadly hairpin curves, those monstrous switchbacks, and the possibility
of flying off of the side, and dropping hundreds of feet into eternity. Of
course, if we had all been honest, we were all very afraid, but when you are
young, fear is fun, is it not?
My foot
remained stiff all weekend, and as it begin to unthaw, the pain was awful. I
was fortunate that I did not suffer permanent damage, but in a few days, it was
as good as new. I sill smile when I think of that night. I drove my wife up
there a few years ago, she being home Baltimore had never see roads, trees, and
scenery like our mountains have. As we took a side tour up King’s Pass, I, of
course, inundated her with stories of bravado, and well, downright exaggerations
of our exploits of that night, the night when indeed, we were the kings of the
mountain.
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