Pushing my sled gives me lots of time to think. Sometimes, maybe most of the time, my imagination runs wild. It's an Otter thing.
I think only an Otter would be so brave and strong to push a sled up a hill so steep and high. Only an Otter would make it all the way to the top. Only an Otter would manage to keep his composure despite such thin air at the summit. Only an Otter would dare to fly back down at speeds no other sledder would attempt. Only an Otter would imagine these things....
...while just on the way to his hill.
