Sledding Scene

Here’s another painting from the Pella Library:

I’ve never parachuted or bungee-jumped or even skied, but I have ridden a speeding sled down an ice-covered hill, in the dark, no less!  The experience was simultaneously exhilarating and frightening!  And, very stupid.  It was back when I was maybe twelve years old.  A winter storm had left an unusually thick coating of ice everywhere.  After evening chores, I took a sled out to a snow-drift-covered field and went hurtling down the slope.  The sled picked up some serious speed and I held on for dear life.  I hadn’t told my parents what I was doing, so, if I’d have been knocked unconscious, they’d have found me frozen out there in the field the next day.