After midnight everyone wrote down a personal hang up on a little rectangle of paper and hung it on the Christmas tree; stood it up on the bonfire and the pine was instantly consumed by flames. Lisa, Jenn and I didn’t want to wade through the crowd, nor leave the warm cookshack; we burned our hang ups with a bbq lighter in the kitchen skin.
Jenn’s map of the luge they built in the stud pasture where Sunny & Jack are living. After the hang ups were ash, everyone suited up and headed to the luge. Lisa, Luka and I scurried to the red house office to warm up and could hear the delighted screams from up in the woods.
Berm to keep luger’s from flying down the hill or into the fence. Jenn traditionally does a polar bear dip on new years day but as we’re a good half hour drive from the lake she opted for a pants-less morning luge instead. If I had been wearing underwear with my tights I would have joined Jenn and Risa. Kate -in her bathrobe- and I documented it for them instead.