Monday, November 12, 2012

Mount Trashmore, You Will Be Mine.

The "Big Hill" at Evanston's Mount Trashmore.
Oh yes, you will be mine.

The lid to the recycle bin was frozen shut this morning and that means only one thing. Ski season in Evanston is right around the corner. Soon, I'll be taking the first turns of my new life in Illinois on the biggest hill in our new town: Mount Trashmore.

Evidently, Evanston's Mount Trashmore is known around these parts as "THE BIG HILL".

What's THE BIG HILL? Here's what says:  "If you're uninitiated, it's the nirvana of sledding/snowboarding/tubing and tobogganing.  It's a steep, icy slope, full of moguls -- a straight shot down – notwithstanding the other sledders/snowboarders/tubers and tobogganists.

If you've done THE BIG HILL before, you know it's also refered to as the "E.R. trip waiting to happen."  Or the Nightmare on Oakton Street."  Or the "I-can't-believe-I'm-letting-my-kids-go-down-this-deathtrap."  Or, for the more adventurous of us, the "I-can't-believe-my-kids-talked-me-into-going-down-this-lawsuit-of-a-hill-but-I'll-be-damned-if-I-let-them-go-down-it-alone" hill."

Oh yeah. Bring it on.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Yes, it really is as dangerous as you describe it. My friend got a black eye and a concussion and I sprained my tailbone going down the "Big Hill."