Internets. If you and I didnt's have a hot date already tonight to play volleyball, or, say wash our hair, you might be tempted to check this out.
But then you'd remember that if you were REALLY interested in this kind of stuff, you' take whatever bedraggled Dan Brown novel (it's under your bed, covered in dust bunnies. Go look, I'll wait. ... There you go, see?), grab a Slurpee (make sure to vodka-infuse it), and take a leisurely stroll down the street to, potentially, the most dangerous and/or kick ass sledding site in all of the 'burbs, and let your imagination make it all up for you.
Sidenote: I'm wearing strange shoes today. They make my feet look exceptionally tiny. It's kind of weirding me out.