This post is, in part, a reprint of my column that ran in the Record-Eagle on Thursday. What is it about sledding hills that brings out the Evel Knievel in children? My boys -who have a rather nicely developed sense of self-preservation- become more than just a little reckless when you stand them at the top of an ice covered mountain with a sled in their hands. The danger of it seems to be part of the appeal. They happily assess the risk each slope presents, giving higher marks to more potentially dreadful paths. They joyfully compare close calls and ‘war-stories’ and rips rent in their winter gear by gnarly random roots.  They even View Post