Word: sledding
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...most exacting sports. The trick is to stay just short of disaster, taking the steeply banked turns as high as possible (so as to pick up speed on the way down), threading an absolutely straight course through the narrow straightaways, where a momentary miscalculation will slam the sled into a solid wall...
...thing to do. Daughter of an engineer, she was born and raised in Princeton, N.J., ("What did my father do? He didn't speak to me for three years!"), married young, is now divorced, lives is Edgewater, N.J., and has a five-year old child. He's getting a sled for Christmas. Judging from the real jewelry, the minks, and the quality of the champagne, she lives well...
...William J. Gordon Jr., 47, left Virginia Theological Seminary 22 years ago on assignment to Alaska, where he is now Episcopal bishop. He lived five years in an Eskimo village, once made a 35-day trek from Point Hope to Point Barrow by dog sled; he flies 50,000 miles a year, much of it in bad weather and to isolated areas. "Most people," he says, "wait on their islands of insecurity for the world to overwhelm them. In most of the U.S., no one has to take risks. Up here, you feel challenged. When I fly in bad weather...
Most of those who deliberately seek adventure have their moments of selfcriticism. For all his enthusiasm, Alaska's Bishop Gordon sometimes wonders whether "the really heroic people are not the ones who travel 10,000 miles by dog sled, but those who stay 10,000 days in one place. I believe that all of us have the capacity for one adventure inside us, but great adventure is facing responsibility day after day." That view is echoed by Amherst's Historian John William Ward, who sees something "pathetic and sentimental" in the American adventurer. "Today," he says...
...sled was too fast for its own good: on a practice run, Steersman Larry McKillip hit a rut and lost control coming out of Shamrock Bend, and smashed full force into the retaining wall. The sled's frame was hopelessly bent, and McKillip bruised an arm. The solution seemed obvious: slow down. But that didn't work, either: Steersman James Hickey took the four-man G.M. sled into Devil's Dyke so slowly that it could not hold the wall. The sled dropped like a stone from the face of the curve, and the runners were damaged...