By REBECCA LINDAMOOD
Local columnist
---- — What is it about sledding hills that brings out the Evel Knievel in children? My boys — who have a rather nicely developed sense of self-preservation — become more than just a little reckless when you stand them at the top of an ice-covered mountain with a sled in their hands. It's nice to welcome them home with Potato Roesti and Bacon Jam.
