This sled looked like a coffin with the lid removed, and had long narrow skids. It wasn`t very long before we discovered that this driver was too drunk to be driving (a car or horse). He drove as if he was in a race, and I sure wasn`t betting on us to win (or finish). It seemed like every bend in the road we overturned, spilling everything (duffle bags) and everyone out. Must have turned over 3 or 4 times on the eight mile trip to the bottom of the mountain. Never got hurt, the snow was soft. We finally made it to the bottom of the hill and found a field phone on a pole to contact the site.
While awaiting for a tracked vehicle (weasel) to come and pick us up, a nice family invited us in to their home to keep warm. We had some hot green tea with them and were picked up a couple hours later for our ride to the top. What a way to report in!