After a few minutes of sledding, I felt pretty good, pretty solid. “I’ve got this!” I thought. I started getting a little cocky, took a little air over a bump, took one hand off the sled to pick up the secondary brake that allows slowing, rode on for a bit… then I bit it. I totally flew! I soared through the air into a four feet snow bank. Instinct turned my gaze up the hill to make sure that another sled wasn’t about to run me over. Safe. My second thought was: “oh, no, no, NO — my dogs!!” Of course they kept running, as dogs like to do. The instinct of the sledder in front of me was to hang on to her own sled with her right hand, grab my runaway sled with her left and hang on for dear life, hoping that the dog teams would run together instead of in opposite directions. Our guide on the snowmobile came flying by like an Arctic superman, just in time to make the rescue. You see, there are plenty of heroes while sledding — the snow, your team, your dogs, your guides, yourself.