Sledding on Art Hill

So I was pretty excited last time I posted about winter at WashU, thinking I had finally experienced a snow day here.

And then this happened.

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At about eleven on Saturday night, a blizzard of sorts passed through St. Louis and kept raging strong until about three in the morning.

Some of my friends slept through it and woke up bewildered the next morning. As for the rest of us, the weekend involved a campus-wide snowball fight on the South 40 Swamp (it’s a field in the middle of the Forty, just to clarify–not actually a swamp), snow angels,


various creative pursuits around main campus, like these guys making a perfectly round disk of snow for no particular reason,
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and of course, sledding on Art Hill–a bucket list classic for anyone living in the area, and which I got to experience in the wee hours of the night with a few friends and a few trays from the cafeteria homemade sleds.


Though why this photo came out green I’m not entirely sure.

A long night and very cold feet made for a groggy Anastasia come Sunday, but I managed to collect myself enough to take some decent photos of the kind of festivities that go down in Forest Park on a snowy St. Louis morning…



(Here’s what the hill we sled on actually looks like)


(and here is the infamous Art Hill)




(so called for the building located on its very top, which is the St. Louis Art Museum!)


(which houses curious works like this one by Alexander Calder)


(or more grandiose works like this close-up of the Interior of St. Peter’s Basilica by Giovanni Paolo Pannini)


(and which generally houses a fantastic collection for all you art history fanatics, is free and open to the public every day of the week, and which I make a point of visiting at least once a month, if not more…)


(..because I always find something new there every time I go, like these funny little epigrams you can spot on the stairs on either side of the building that go up to the second floor.)

…after which I returned to campus and saw seemingly hundreds of melting boulders scattered like moai on a South-40-turned-Easter Island bonanza.


but at least I was finally home, curled up with a play by Alexander Pushkin for my Russian Civ class and some hot chocolate from BD!

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