After one early snowfall in November, our winter here in St. Louis has been a rather tepid affair. I know some would choose to replace “tepid” with “moderate” or “temperate” or “blissful,” but while I enjoy the lower energy bills and even some of the temperate days, the lack of snow has been depressing. And, so, I was very glad to find that at the very least the straw bales have been placed at the base of Art Hill and it at least is ready for snow days.
Normally at this time of the year the perfect curve of the bales would have been dented and misshapen by the feet of a hundred sledders crashing into it, but today it still remained in perfect coencentricity with the curve of the Grand Basin. I might wish that those two curves were a bit closer, allowing more real estate for sledding, but I am very glad that the bales are there.
There may be a greater city for urban sledding–there are certainly ones with more snow–but when the weather is right, the views from the hill looking both up and down, the wide expanse of the hill allowing for hundreds of sledders, the two bonfires lit by the city, and the camaraderie amongst the sledders all make Art Hill rather hard to beat! Snow, please don’t let us down!